Just the other day an angel stopped me for a speculation
One hundred years have come and gone without an ounce of levity
Ten score and nine within these bones, but with a heart of a lion
She once did this, so can you, so there's no mistaking
You might just have to hold death by its hand, just to get the picture
Hey archangel Michael, I notice you've got nothing to say
Got an arrow in my chest,
but I guess you thought I was just dressing fancy
Tearing through the gates of fear, whoa, gotta get another overthrow
These chains are breaking,
over and over and over, I'm your holy heretic
Watch as I sing the doctrine of death with this metal in my hand
Mistaken youth call forth my rage, as I lead the fray of man
Whose shiny armor shakes around him (but you wanted that crown)
You might just have to hold death by its hand, just to get the picture
Hey archangel Michael, I notice you've got nothing to say
Got an arrow in my chest,
but I guess you thought I was just dressing fancy
Tearing through the gates of fear, whoa, gotta get another overthrow
These chains are breaking,
over and over and over, I'm your holy heretic
Hey archangel Michael, I notice you've got nothing to say
Got an arrow in my chest,
but I guess you thought I was just dressing fancy
Tearing through the gates of fear, whoa, gotta get another overthrow
These chains are breaking,
over and over and over, I'm your holy heretic
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