Red Hatchet

No matter what you’ve done
In this life
You’re worth while
And if you don’t believe in anything
Believe in us
I’m one of the heroes
Last name or age
I can’t call it
I’m already dead to everyone I knew
The cynic the saviour
The prison surrounds as a perfect guarantee
Wear curses like roses
Damn yourself to a freedom
If you don’t believe in anything
Believe in us
Psychotic with convictions
The zealot proclaims
Our words are dead
'Til they’re given life
With our blood
«If I’ve gained anything
By damning myself
I have nothing to fear»
I didn’t even see any breath in him