Right now
I am an Anti-Christ,
And I am an anarchist
Don't know what I want, but I know how to get it,
I want to destroy, possibly?

Cause I want to be Anarchy
No dog's body

I'm gonna be a rock and roll star
Gonna groove from night to day
Gonna blow my honey jar
Gonna blow my blues away

I'm gonna make a stand
Gonna make a million
Gonna make it with you

Good Mourning.

Hey, I don't feel so good.
Something's not right,
Something's coming over me
What the fuck is this?

Killer, intruder, homicidal man.

Got one chance, infiltrate them
Get it right, terminate them
The Panzers will, permeate them
Break their pride, denigrate them
And their people, retrograde them
Typhus, deteriate them

Sitting up late at night
I tiptoe through the darkness
Cold as hell, black as spades
Aware of my immediate surrounding
In my place I escape
Up into my hideout
Hiding from everyone

Welcome to out sanguinary sect of worship.
Feel at home in our black conventicle,
As we anathematise
All of those who oppose us.
Don't summon the devil,
Don't call the priests,

The fire burns on and on
That drives me on till all is gone
Except the simple plans
Of mice and men

Back when I was just seventeen
I thought that I knew everything

Dawn breaks evenly today
On the truth and the lie
All rise, court's in session
We'll hang someone high

Justice means nothing today
Now that the courts are for sale

The tides of change pulled us apart
I feel a familiar pain
It seems like years since we've loved
Or even liked and that's a lonely way to be

Drifting alone in a sea of agony

Responsibility, an anchor around my neck
Dependability, made me a nervous wreck
Accountability, I live from check to check
Volatility, neglect and no respect