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