You could have been a revolution

Put it together Break it apart To make no compromise is really not that hard Don´t fix your damage Breath with it And destroy adapted shit Second thoughts were never good Prevent the pure Like you always should Reject all offers Don´t get involved A little piece of the problem can be solved For so long they were bitching Now they choose death for living For so long we were preaching The fight is on There seems to be Lots of good intentions But in the end We´re all just cashing in Seven Nations from across the fucking street Will push the fucking beat And everyone will say I can take the reign Seven nations from across the fucking street Will push the fucking beat Until they realized Their kindness was disguise I really want it But in fact I don´t need it The essence of capitalism is: A small group of people take everything and the rest is Going down When you were young So fragile and so cute Did your mother really want you to be A murderer of the new century A monster a bringer of catastrophe Seven Nations from across the fucking street Will push the fucking beat And everyone will say I can take the reign Seven nations from across the fucking street Will push the fucking beat Until they realized Their kindness was disguise Their kindness was disguise Without any doubt You push any prosecutions from you Leave the rest on their own Who´d followed you So much for the system You wanted us to sell So much for the boredom You wanted us to fail We see you already Dancing on thin air But you got nothing on Fred Astaire We see you already Dancing on thin air But you got nothing You got nothing We´re so fed up We´re so fed up We´re so fed up We´re so fed up We´re so fed up Chop off their heads We´re so fed up Chop off their heads We´re so fed up Chop off their heads We´re so fed up We´re so fed up Chop off their heads