My revolution... I’d rather be a dead

Your  revolution...look at my heart, if now is black

Sometimes  these revolutions bring close to the hell

Prisoner of the wolves of paranoia

The stream of consciousness takes to euphoria

Romantic  lovers lie in fields of rainbow

And  filled with rain become

Symbiotic souls of fire

Like  flowers from a field you’ll pick my bones up to the ground

My revolution...another mile to the hill

Your revolution...a battle I just couldn’t fight

Master Mind‚ behind my mind‚ calls back the horses

Imagination  flows but it can’t feed your hearth

In useless hours shadows lead to nowhere

Romantic lovers lie in fields of rainbow

And filled with rain become

Symbiotic souls of fire

Like blades that stab my back

These memories cut my soul inside