Anarchist Songtext
von Acacia Ridge

His blood runs cold
Deep in his heart is a
Vengeance that will soon unfold
His hate was born of fire
Driven by men that are
Determined to corrupt his soul

He′s not a martyr
He owns his life
He won't abandon
His will to fight

He lies awake
Cigarettes on the floor
Time flies away
He chooses to ignore
He strives to create
The one thing worth fighting for

Anarchist Anarchist
Anarchist Anarchist


He burns down the walls
His only regret is they
Took so long to fall
He screams at the skies
His only demon
Is a god who doesn′t care at all

It's his decision
To burn the world
On one condition
Chaos unfurled

He lies awake
Cigarettes on the floor
Time flies away
He chooses to ignore
He strives to create
The one thing worth fighting for

Anarchist Anarchist
Anarchist Anarchist


He's not a martyr
He owns his life
He won′t abandon
His will to fight
It′s his decision
To burn the world
On one condition
Chaos unfurled

He lies awake
Cigarettes on the floor
Time flies away
He chooses to ignore
He strives to create
The one thing worth fighting for