Thoughts of a Dying Anarchist

We'll fight through the hills,
the mountains, the valleys.
We'll fight for our rights
in buildings, in alleys.

This shit they feed us,
we know it's all fake.
They try to control us.
One big mistake.

What's wrong and what's right,
it'll no longer matter
we'll beat them all down
the weak will shatter

we fought through the hills,
the mountains, the valleys.
we fought for our rights,
in buildings, in alleys

we overthrew our master
its time to rejoice
one question remains
did we make the right choice?

What have we become?
Will we ever know?
What have they made us?
Oh, soon it will show...

They'll fight us through hills,
through mountains, through valleys.
They'll fight for their rights,
in buildings, in alleys.

Fools we were.
We should have know
Now tables have turned,
it's set in stone.

Soon we will fall,
fall from our power.
The time is nigh,
the clock strikes the hour.

They fought us through hills,
through mountains , through valleys.
They fought for their rights,
in buildings, in alleys.

Now we see,
through a cruel twist of fate,
we've changed for the worst
and become what we hate.

Now it's too late,
we start to go numb.
Death's Angel approaches,
our time has come.

Our eyes now close
on the first ray of dawn.
One last breath.
Now we're gone.