the city (an excerpt) | 2011-02-22
calm rose: violent wind
the only "surrender" tonight, shall not be our own
they cannot escape, one if by land, two if by sea
i saved my money, but it can't save me
and maybe there is blood from the past, but that is not from me
they can take away one man, and they can take away his mic
but they cannot take us all
no, they can't dig a hole the right size to fit all of our dreams
they can't bury me, they can't bury me
we can't hope that somebody else take our place
no, we can't hope that somebody else take our place
may the history book read of all of our names
be it blood, be it ink, but at least we were free
this is only but a fraction of what i've got to say
it must be said, it must be said
if i leave this earth tonight may it be said that i spoke my peace
i spoke with the wrath of his grace
calm rose: come violent wind
oh we stand hand in hand and we walk without fear
this is a revolution