Revolution
Wild spirits
Born into urban chaos
Mingling in the fringes
Suburban time bombs
In the depth of their eyes
Old souls battle social juggernauts
A war that no one is safe from
Raging in a solid frame
Cut from hard experiences
A blind world turns a deaf ear
To the howl of the lone wolves
Circling corporate castles in the sky
Waiting for the sign of weakness
Waiting to strike out
Waiting to thin the herd
Waiting to gnaw on the bones
Their reality is ready to be born
In the aftermath of their revolution
Prepare yourselves
