3 December 2012
Walk up shiny silver streets, You're bristling with the ease you meet, You're walking with the days that you have broken.
Leaking streams that bleed a sea, Your gardens stretch for miles and leave, You choking in the haze of which you've spoken.
Living just to see the day, Broken in your own sweet way, Skies are burning, seas are black, You look to see where you're not at, You see it, Today.
'Twas the light you seek to see, You found the door but not the key, And no one knows the where to which it'll open.
Is it you? Or is it me? It must be higher than my tree, We fly up to the sun cause we know we can.
Living just to see the day, Broken in your own sweet way, Skies are burning, seas are black, You look at what you've given back, You see it, Today.
You know where we have been and why we're going back, The writing's on the wall that we've been painting black. You know what we have seen and what is left to pay, And there's no time for a revolution today. There's no time for a revolution today.
Pencil pushers make their meat, The lies you speak are burning heat, Into the hole you try to close, but open.
Leave the bodies in the street, You think a 'no' will make it meet? The ends have come undone and life is over.
Dying now you've seen the day, Broken in your own sweet way, Skies are burnt and seas are black, You look at what you've given back. You see it, Today.
Now there's no time for a revolution. There's no time for a revolution. No time for a revolution. Time for a revolution. For a revolution. A revolution. Revolution.
Revolution • Opuss № I