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Before The Revolution Begins

Contributed by Urizen on Friday, 13th May 2005 @ 07:15:21 PM in AEST
Topic: political

The guilt, The mystery, The history,
Frustrated and lost at sea,
Etching the symbol from a stylised past,
Let the martyrs all run free,

Let's hurry away from this desolate womb
That's rotten to the core
The twinkling eyes of this scarlet moon has seen it all before.

You perceive the darkness
And the power of the force that lies subdued within,
A broken mould of mass proportions
That must be created before the revolution begins,

The streets will run with gilded blood,
As we put this city to the sword,
We shall rise up
With anger stained hearts
And push the victims to the floor.

The power retains a sense of glory
As we ransack the living and the dead,
Pillage the pilgrims, rob the crooks
Tonight after we are finished there will be nothing left,

So come ye all,
A call to arms
A shout from the mountain top
We love the smell of human destruction
All we have is this sense of something lost,

Overthrow the senseless government,
That slits and rapes the lands,
Carved in stone, a brutal reminder
That our people understand,

We long to see the bodies piled high,
And this place can be no more,
A scant example of what you'll become
When the oppressed kick at your door,

A warning that you scoff at,
And you laugh the doubts away,
It will never happen I hear you say
My friends, my leaders, my enermies,
The time will come one day.

Copyright © Urizen ... [ 2005-05-13 19:15:21]
(Date/Time posted on site)

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