The Anarchist

So this is what you left us?
Your protegee are emulating
A subpar generation and I won't buy it
Is there no end in sight?
Is there no way to beat this old world order?
Since I don't fit your mold you have no choice

But to label me an anarchist
Because you know I'm the best
Still you say that there's something wrong
With the way I live
With the way I choose to die
So you take me to the hangman
To put me to death
You know, I'd probably think you were the antichrist
If like you, I had stakes drove through my eyes

Lifelessness is motion
Your degradation permeates even your own bigoted soul
Sans emotion
This argument you've set forth has no leg to stand on
And since I've proven you wrong you have no choice

But to label me an anarchist
Because you know I'm the best
Still you say that there's something wrong
With the way I live
With the way I choose to die
So you take me to the hangman
To put me to death
You know, I'd probably think you were the antichrist
If like you, I had stakes drove through my eyes

You've got no shot in hell
To bring the hammer down on us
By my death, you will only prove your point

Deceit and conceit
Pride of the worst kind
Express indiscretion
And aim to control
Decency you lost once power was obtained
My life is loss, but your death will be gain.

I am the anarchist
You know I'm the best
Still you say that there's something wrong
With the way I live
With the way I choose to die
So you take me to the hangman
To put me to death
You know, I'd probably think you were the antichrist
If like you, I had stakes drove through my eyes