Protest Song '68 - Refused

I breathe in and I create

Re-woke the spirit of '68

Fresh meaning to torn ideas

Let’s bring life to old clichés

Punch a hole in tradition

Yeah, let’s listen

To the songs of discontent

To the chords and the movement

To the chords and the movement

It could all be so simple

We would all stand baffled by the precision and accuracy

Our jaws would hurt from dropping

So hard, fast and unexpectedly

It would be the perfect metaphor

It would be the perfect song we’d be singing

I breathe out and I scream

Rewoke Malatestas dream

Inspiration from the past

Focus to the future at last

Fixed dogmas can’t substitute

Creative thoughts and action

We could be dangerous

Art as a real threat

And all it is is words

Words said a million times before

And all it is is a song

A song sung a million times before

I breathe in and I create

Rewoke the spirit, '68

I breathe out and I scream

Rewoke Malatestas dream