Mr.Cohen heritage

Surfing the depths of my desk, I found a piece of the past I'm not disappointed with. A kind of answer to Leonard Cohen's "First We Take Manhattan".
A protester, still...

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I never liked that heaven is so greedy,
Usurping the inevitable change.
I'm coming out of darkness, shot and bleeding,
Convicted by the crowds for being 'strange'.

I ran away from safe, but silent castle
To noisy crypt. They've called it 'shadow cult'.
It's up to them to make this world turn faster,
While they prefer to worsen the result.

I never liked their candy-puppet fashion,
Creating new of torn and twisted brain.
The answer for invention is aggression
To those who can survive without a chain.

Through years it bears the trace of inquisition,
Society I'm born and sold within.
And thus I'm never asking for permission
To take my own Manhattan and Berlin.

So thank you for your hatred, mister guardman,
But you're too weak to beat my freedom out.
And when I die, you'll all be singing 'Amen'
Without a clue of what it's all about.