R.E.V.O.L.U.T.I.O.N.
Encounter in Illinois
Footsteps
WATCH OUT!!
Look where you’re going
Invisible man with a monkey’s paw
In the August heat
Nobody prepares you for this stage of life
When your own blood shoots you dead
Right there, in the wilderness
It’s science fiction and fantasy
The lines are blurred
Where does fantasy begin?
Where does reality end?
It’s a fine line
Betwixt religion and hypocrisy
We’re at war
Science fiction and fantasy
The blood of the martyrs
Will once again spill into the streets
When a visit to grandma’s
May save your own soul
Where you’ll sit on the old rocking horse
And know you’re a winner
The lottery is fixed
The outcome is fixed
And the young ones will sing
The ballad of the harp-weaver
A ballad from hell-will be the antidote
To break the wicked spell.
This time next year
The raven will come
To dance with the skater of ghost lake
As the young ones sing
The ballad of the harp-weaver
This time next year
Reality will face off with fantasy
We’ll all be at war
We are the people
We are the mob
We fixed the lottery
We fixed the outcome
We are the bloodied martyrs
On whose blood covered streets
Our own blood we’re spilling
We are the people
We are the mob
Together unstoppable
Together invincible
They can’t shut us up
We sing the ballad of the harp-weaver
We broke hell’s spell
Our children arise
Arise from the ashes
Our children the stars shining brightly
Get ready people
Freedom is here
There’s nothing left to fear!
EVA SANTIAGO copyright 2013
Eva Santiago 