This is only the start. You're only opening the book
You're only on the first line of what's going to take a little while
I hope you don't hold your breath, well, they revolt like a choir
They say the language is dead, well, then why do we speak? Why do we speak? Why?
I hope you understand my brain is fixed; my brain is fixed


To the next town. This is only a revolt

Enough is enough because we cannot be late
Basically, you've been defined as “unworthy of love”
And I confess, and I confess that I had placed in my heart the same address but I paint with my words
“You’re free, don’t fear, this is just a revolt”

To the next town. This is only a revolt


This is only a revolt. Enough is enough because we cannot be late
Calm rose: violent wind
The only “surrender” tonight, shall not be our own
They cannot escape, one if by land, two if by sea
Because I saved my money, but it can’t save me
And maybe there is blood from the past, but that is not from me
They can take away one man and they can take away his mic, but they cannot take us all
No, they can't dig a hole the right size to fit all of our dreams
They can’t bury me, they can't bury me
We can’t hope that somebody else take our place
No, we can't hope that somebody else take our place

May the history book read of all of our names
Be it blood, be it ink, but at least we were free
This is only but a fraction of what I’ve got to say
But it must be said, it must be said
And if I leave this earth tonight may it be said that I spoke my peace
I spoke with the wrath of his grace
Calm rose: come violent wind
Oh, we stand hand in hand, but we walk without fear
And this is a revolution