Revolution
In times of few words
Your eyes seem to focus
Its revolution time
Theres no other way to act
The rules I was born with
Seem to be destroyed now
Dont turn your inspiration off
Sensations break the old system
Runaway, your system is dead
Runaway, your system is dead
In this forbidden life
You can run with a gun
In this furious competition
Lots have no destiny
Turn off the TV for a moment
You can decide too
Dont run after those people
During this time, the system falls down
Runaway, your system is dead
Runaway, your system is dead
New days bring a chance
Music, souls inspiration
Todays society
Changes weapons
For relaxing moments
Violent times
Remain behind
Crashed by new ways of thinking
Natural culture
Is rising
Dont be fool
Stay focused