My thoughts I know that burn a hole
Through the pages of the time
And innocence can’t comprehend
The dying of the light
All escape to serenade
The preachers of the dawn
While you sit to wait and contemplate
The meaning of the songs
By singers long dead and gone
While their echoes are still heard
Asking you to question the people that sit in power
But you reject to accept the voices that you hear
And continue to live your life with fear
Escape . Get out . Jump. Pound. Strike. Ignite. Fight.
Fight , fight for the dying of the light.
Mighty poets and their noise
Have strung together words
For us to comprehend and let it burn away the herd
Flock of sheep, dead meat, anything without a brain
The real answer has always lied in the insane.
So join my hand as we kick off the carnival and raise our banners high to the sky
And smell the revolution in the air that will last for life
Tear gases are the food for thought
And love is life
And the burning signs the light
That will guide us through the night
So illustrate the common hate that we feel around
And burn it all, along with the pretending leaders, straight to the ground.
New light. New dawn. New songs. New crowns.
New thoughts. New dust. New chants. New sound.
Hear, hear that someone is around
That feels the same, the same unrest.
And is trying to do her/his best
To make a change
To stop the hate
Before the sun sets
Before it is too late.
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