Chaos

I'm done with all excuses and with collecting bruises
They can't crucify you if your hand is in a fist
Severance of heart and soul has fed the rage of this madness
Chaos is the moment before understanding
Roaring hearts can see the peace in disorder

Raise your fist
Don't hide the scars on your wrist
Another day, another lock
On the door, we all used to knock

Chaos is harmony!
Chaos! Chaos! Chaos is harmony!
Chaos! Chaos! Chaos is harmony!
Chaos! Chaos!
Raise your fist
Don't hide the scars on your wrist
Another day, another lock
On the door, we all used to knock
Chaos!