In the Aftermath of the Revolution

Talented thoughts the cause of the cause disjointed in war with no time To pause like who woulda thought they break through your doors with order of court To take you away for all that you say the price of your hate your tamed A dog to the state with nothing to gain but pain for the claim to freedom You seek but will never see they want you so weak they want you so meek They want you to beg they want you to cry please have mercy on me We Will Never Break Free, This The revolution, in a state of pure confusion with no resolution Where's the retribution, this was our solution, trapped in the state by the chains I helped make. Now were stuck in this state, mental chains on my brain And the knife by my tongue, if I speak, I am judged, martyred by what I made This my dream, this my state, this my hope, this my pain, this is all my mistake! The warring world were living in the price of peace is more blood I fight for love but spread more hate the ever common made mistake I'm seeking peace thus spreading war it seems that war will never change Even with all power gained the revolutions never won We still fight to find our place; the ruling class remains the same Another autocratic team posing as democracy Yet now we have no currency or power in the things we speak Loss to the greed, loss to deceit, conceded to peace And They Still Will March, Screaming Revolution! Except Now They're All Stopped Dead The State Needs Retribution, Still Trapped By The Chains We Made When Scared By The Confusion You Will See Us Beg As Babes No Sound To Make Our Voices Claimed