Revolution
Chaos in the dirty streets
The scared people marching
With their blood stained feet
Look out your window
See them go?
Trying to escape oblivion
Trying to escape woe

The misfits gather outside the building
Winter snow, winter cries
The police gather round the misfits
They say:
“March back to YOUR alleys, back to the flies!”

Dead romance in the air
Dead promise in a glare
Corpses all over snowy city streets

I hope when you left this world
You went out smiling
Passing into realms of bliss
Escaping without trying
For, remnants of your heart 
Survives and thrives 
in unknown lands
Knowing we are lost
in unknown hands

The lights in the breeze
I fall to my knees
Surround me in darkness
Under the trees

Perhaps you’ll come back
Another time 
On another line
Mangled souls drift by
Casually…

There is nothing to explain
If there was you wouldn’t understand
Revolt in unknown hands…
Yes…
Revolution
Gather your friends
Time for revenge
A simple solution
To a problem which never ends
Simply revolt in unknown hands