Centurian Antinomian
No law can rise above my will
F..ck the world
F..ck the holy ways of man
F..ck the world
I am the exception of the rule
The fundamental need
To abandon all truth other than mine
I view reality from the opposite angle
The lightning I bear scatters all lies
No law can rise above my will
Scorned for vices
That reject what is just
Nailed to the cross of undying darkness
I am prepared for absolution
I suffer not
Smiling as my eyes drip blood
The light of chaos shines upon me
Alive without the law
No law can rise above my will
