Ghosts of Revolution

from by Spectres



Ghosts of Revolution,
Rise from your graves.
Refuse to be a victim
Of the government's persecution.

Burn, burn it down, down to the ground.

Blood runs through the streets,
As our mothers weep.
Raped by the institution,
We'll never give them absolution.

Children of Revolution, rise up.
Inalienable rights you must take back.
Round the troops and attack!

The irony of truth
Is that honesty is viewed through the
Prism of perception!

Hiding behind the stale words from a rotting book.
Peddling opinions as if they are fact.
Proselytize the weakest of minds.
Indoctrinate the masses.

Watching every move we make,
Listening to every word we say.
Invading our privacy,
Eroding) this democracy...

As satellites fill our skies,
Polluting the airwaves will their lies,
The rich are just getting richer.
The working class's ultimate demise.

We've forgotten what made us great.
A nation steeped in misplaced hate.
Guided by an evil compass,
Perpetuating a nanny state.

Transcription of every interaction
Challenges the notion of freedom.
Orwellian predictions coming to fruition...


from Ghosts of Revolution, released July 22, 2014



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