All I want is a revolution

A new sky where the stars will shine upon my skin

But even healing splits within the love above

I feel it when I float on my pride

The barrel smokes from the depths below 

And I draw the sheets over my eyes 

For all the blood spilled

Will it have tainted my soul before I go?

Will I harrow in the gloom because I didn't quit?

Will I find myself alone in the streets I have relieved?

Despite the flag that now flies high 

Despite the breath that breathes easy from a lifted stone

Sin soaks the celebratory gin as well as the newly started throne

Is my achievement any less of a win?

All I want is a revolution

My legs tremble and my heart pounds 

Its as if I am a coin, of silver, of gold 

Flipped and cast to rattle on the ground 

Do I deserve this mental wavering,

That was birthed from my ideals of congregation not solitude

Did I not transmute my original desire to change your mind 

I'm sorry it seems we must always replicate a previous design

Of hand and sword

Not hand and hand 

And if I go down now, I don't mind,

Hopefully, my predecessors will fly high in the wind 

nor murder nor hell can tame my tapestry 

For its stitches are made not of string but of spirit 

That of a design that will only die at eternity's last breath 

I have a feeling I breathe mine