Revolution's Contusion

For revolution will scream and call Guns and blades for all Watch the power fall The people stand tall Dancing at destruction’s grand ball Order and balance a thing of the past Now we're all in last Sailing towards hope with a broken mast Our skewed course Speeds up with every corpse Disorder and Destruction Arrive each on death’s black horse With blood and tears Dried up over years The soil and sands become coarse A reminder of past revolutions And failed solutions Of propaganda and blind delusions Lies bleed from every contusion Order is gone it’s not that hard to see The consequences of anarchy Looting and shooting Rolling through the streets, it’s the undertaker’s cart When did start Revolution often sour and bitter never sweet nor tart Normal life as we know it has come to end In desperate times our lives we send Hoping they can sew and mend Sadly we rode death’s trend Your mind they started to twist and bend Now your life has come to and end Everything you did in vain Nothing was worth the pain The lied and stole your brain But you decided to ride Blindly along with their stride Their corrupted laws you chose to abide Your lack of precision Led to your fateful decision Killed at the hope of a promising vision That delivered nothing You hear fate’s bell ring The songs of lies, manipulated, the cheated, and wasted life you ever sing