I will throw gasoline on my inner fires,
anger boiling bursting bubbling now ****** waters.
We will paint the revolution in the ashes of our sorrows.
We will fill up the absence of justice,
paint them red


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Anger flicks flames licking tongues on vocal chords.
Hate filled speech but aimed at the right people,
makes all the difference.



Let them fight fire with fire,
it's their land they burn, not ours,
ah the treasures of fighting in foreign land.
If I can call my body that.


We're tired of being upset,
we're tired of being controlled,
we're tired, kiddo,


So let's do something about it.









The revolution is at midnight,
we rise with the moon,
for we are among the stars in the dead of night,
bright light when there is nothing but darkness.



























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