Being Called Disaster - Sanctimony

Dark rebel night

No light in the sky

I grab my guns

And start the engine

Night rules, freedom taste

Wild and craving heart

And you blast everything for

Ideal nothing

Through the city on the run

Crash, blast, fight and fun

Got the people down?

Got them scream and shout!

Fear, fear, fear!

It’s my air

And I demand it!

And I get it!

Here I come, fast as hell

My beast and I — we are as one

I won’t think before and never after

The instincts lead to damage done

I’ve got my guns

And my monster hotrod car

I’ve got my fun to hunger for

I’m being called disaster