Rebel

Screams tear through the night,
The skies open with a thunderous roar,
Let loose the heathens and the damned,
Until we are left crammed,
Into this living hell we've made.

I dream of martyrs,
Taking back their lives,
Lovers passing each other by,
All because we're destined to die.

We'll be made famous,
With our fists raised,
To the shattering skies,
For we will not be phased.

You can take all you want,
But receive nothing,
The real value is not monetary,
They want the blood money,
How much is your soul worth?

Take your rules,
Shove them,
Take the orders,
Deny them.

Feed your heart,
Fuel your soul
REBEL!