Renegade 11/09/2001 | The Assistants

I like to fly over your burning heads. My god hates you and I crash on your face. Your are not innocent, so your life is on fire. We must kill you … Now your time is gone. God tells me : Angels are with us. These angels say you should not exist. I can’t wait ! Death is your holy answer. You must leave us … Now your time is gone. Mais je t’en pris je ne vois pas pourquoi tu irais jusque là. Je ne veux plus lire dans notre Histoire la terreur de ta foi. Ailleurs, tes anges n’existent pas. I crash on your face. Now your time is gone Over your burning heads, No life for renegades.