Questions float thru my mind.
They never answer,
They never tell,
Sylvia called me in a dream.
She said I could just take the knife if I wanted.
Now I stand and stare into a living space.
It moves around me.
Pushing,
Pulling,
Ripping,
And tearing,
But never fully breaking me.
I want to fall to the statue,
I want to confess my sins,
I want to feel like a person again.
All things are supposed to come to those who wait,
But I am sick of waiting for a miracle.
I am sick of hearing the same old shit.
I’m sick of the same old song and dance.
Let’s start a revolution.
Let’s make the world change.
Let’s start a revolution.
Let’s let them see us,
And then they will know,
Then they will see.
Only good die young,
And the hard rocks run free.