His familiar face
now bears creative intent.
In an explosion of colour,
He makes his surreal statement.

In a bizarre dance of death, he seemed hell bent on weaving,
Many now blind to his faults, follow wherever he leads them.

Renegades, martyrs, fall into line
March with the spirits, blessed by the divine.
Fellowship of man, interpret these warning signs,
Now take this love, and battle this urban decay.

Who shall separate us?
Not the November wreaths.
As another anarchist celebrates,
This new division in peace.

In that cauldron of heat, how did he avoid the crossfire,
As all around lost their heads, he cried, in the name of the empire.

Renegades, martyrs, fall into line
March with the spirits, blessed by the divine.
Fellowship of man, interpret these warning signs,
Now take this love, and battle this urban decay.

Too much for me to bear,
Even my own shadow eludes me.
I’m in search of salvation,
From my suburban destiny.

I try to understand, but his actions defied all logic,
The weak justification appears confused and cryptic.

Renegades, martyrs, fall into line
March with the spirits, blessed by the divine.
Fellowship of man, interpret these warning signs,
Now take this love, and battle this urban decay.
I’ll take this love, and battle my urban dismay.