Holy Heretic

Just the other day an angel stopped me for a speculation
 One hundred years have come and gone without an ounce of levity
 Ten score and nine within these bones, but with a heart of a lion
 She once did this, so can you, so there's no mistaking
 You might just have to hold death by its hand, just to get the picture
 Hey archangel Michael, I notice you've got nothing to say
 Got an arrow in my chest,
 but I guess you thought I was just dressing fancy
 Tearing through the gates of fear, whoa, gotta get another overthrow
 These chains are breaking,
 over and over and over, I'm your holy heretic
 Watch as I sing the doctrine of death with this metal in my hand
 Mistaken youth call forth my rage, as I lead the fray of man
 Whose shiny armor shakes around him (but you wanted that crown)
 You might just have to hold death by its hand, just to get the picture
 Hey archangel Michael, I notice you've got nothing to say
 Got an arrow in my chest,
 but I guess you thought I was just dressing fancy
 Tearing through the gates of fear, whoa, gotta get another overthrow
 These chains are breaking,
 over and over and over, I'm your holy heretic
 Hey archangel Michael, I notice you've got nothing to say
 Got an arrow in my chest,
 but I guess you thought I was just dressing fancy
 Tearing through the gates of fear, whoa, gotta get another overthrow
 These chains are breaking,
 over and over and over, I'm your holy heretic