| REVOLUTION |
| FOLLOW ME DOWN TO THE PLACE WHERE I CAN REST YOU'LL FIND ME CURLED TIGHT IN MY CORNER FISTS CLINCHED WHITE TO FIGHT OFF THE COLD OPENING MY MIND TO THINGS I'VE SEEN OR DONE MY EYES DART BACK AND FOURTH WITH NO CONTROLE OVER THEM PEOPLE RUN BY WHO WERN'T SUPPOSED TO BE THERE PEOPLE STAY AND DIE BUT ITS NOT MY FAULT MY EARS PICK YOU UP AT THE SLIGHTEST TOUCH MY BRAIN WANDERS OFF WITH CINTRIFICAL MOTION THROUGH FIELDS OF GREEN AND DENTIST CHAIRS LIGHT STRAINS TO SEEP THROUGH THE SLIT ON MY EYES NEVER ENDING BATTLES OF KNIGHT VS. FARMER AS FAMILYS SCREAM CHANTS THAT MAKE A GROWN MAN CRY THEY HAVE FALTERD AND THEY LIED AND FOR THAT THEY MUST DIE |