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
(what's going to take a little while)
I hope you don't hold your breath
Because 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 that my brain is fixed
My brain is fixed
(Into the next town)
This is only a revolt
(Into the next town)
This is only a revolt
(Into the next town)
This is only a revolt
(Into 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"
This is only a revolt
(Into the next town)
This is only a revolt
(Into the next town)
This is only a revolt
(Into the next town)
This is only a revolt
(Into the next town)
This is only a revolt
(Into the next town)
This is only a revolt
(Into the next town)
This is only a revolt
(Into the next town)
This is only a revolt
(Into the next town)
This is only a revolt
(Into the next town)
Enough is enough
Because we cannot be late
Calm rose: violent wind
The only "surrender" tonight, shall not be our own
Well 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's blood from the past
But it's not from me
Ohh
They can take away one man
And they can take away his might
But they cannot take us all
No, they can't dig a hole the right size
To fit all of our dreams
No, they can't bury me
They can't bury me
Oh
We can't hope that somebody else take our place
No, we can't hope that somebody else take our place
The history book's written with 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 and we walk without fear
And this is a revolution!
