Revolutionary - Faulkner

Torches lit water flows

Visions come words will go

Laws are made statutes are unwinding

Empires rise kingdoms fall

Eagles soar snakes will crawl

Walls are raised as medusa’s shattered

Start a revolution

A turn of the page

Rebels and the misfits

The world is our stage

I’d rather sing flat with heart

Than hollow words in perfect tune

I’d rather be broke with dreams

Than gossiping with wealthy thieves

I’d rather die with honor than live a day with defeat

Start a revolution

A turn of the page

Rebels and the misfits

The world is our stage