If you ask me,
Plead.
Beg.
For annihilation.
I’ll not grant it.
Yes,
I know.
Living is suffering incarnate.
Death is sweetest release.
Yet we must fight for good,
Survive against all odds,
To our dying breaths.
Oblivion,
Obliteration,
It’s a one way trip.
No coming back.
One bullet in the chamber,
That’s it.
Survival,
Against all odds.
Punk rock won’t die with me,
Yet –
That’s why I need a new generation,
To carry the torch.
Anarchy incarnate.
No,
You must live.
Rage against the very heavens!
Bare fangs at gods,
Challenge angels to fisticuffs.
