I don't care for this world anymore,
I just want to live my own fantasy.
Fate has brought us to these shores.
What was meant to be is now happening.
I've found, that I like this living in danger,
Living on the edge it feels, make us feel as one,
Who cares now, what's right or wrong.
It's reality.
Killing, so we may roam,
Wherever we may roam,
Wherever we may hide,
We've got to get away.
I don't want existence to end.
We must prepare ourselves
For the elements.
I just want to feel like we're strong,
We don't need a code of morality.
I like all the mixed emotion and anger,
It brings out the animal,
The power you can feel,
And feeling so high on this much adrenalin,
Excited, but scary
To believe, what we've become
Saints and sinners,
Something within us.
We are lord of the flies.
Saints and sinners,
Something willing us
To be lord of the flies.