Cities In Flames (Fear)

(The Wrath and The Fear)

Consuming flames, of molotov cocktails, are borne from latent embers
Inside the burning metropolises will be the skulking anarchist pretenders
The renegade brigades, with their middle fingers raised, will run amok
It might be their time tomorrow to worry and intimidate the placid flock
Ending the days of law and order, they'll hide under the hood and mask
Self-righteous firebrands, fanning wrath and fear, is their egocentric task
In tomorrow's hours their movement will stake their unfounded claims
Nothing will be left to loot though, in the toxic waste of cities in flames
Fanatics of the delusional will reign when the modern civilisations fall
Leaving only ruins and bedlam, for we will have lost the urban sprawl
And nothing will stop their ravaging revolution; for the fire is stoked
Marauding in herds, when the lighters ignite rags, in kerosene soaked
Eerily quiet for now, but perhaps tomorrow we will be under attack
Somewhere, out there, are the anarchist arsonists readying to sack