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Immortal Revolution

Immortal Revolution



Another government to another system
Another ethnic-boy, set-ready charge
Another battleground to another war
Another protest to another march

March with me, march with me
who cares if they're shooting
We got to keep on moving
Like Gandhi, we're a freedom fighter 
We was trying to very patient, we got variation 
So now we're going to fuck with you
And soon you'll see
The evolution of a revolution.


LooK! This 21 century, immortal revolution.
Where nobody cares whether you live or die.

Another law to another innocent blood
Another woman to another crime
Another student to another man in charge
Another year to another violence
Another gun fest, drop another bomb
Another army man to another monster
Another white collar criminal at large
Human rights violation, we continue the saga.

You murdered and stole his religion
Your man rape and send your man to justice
You speak equality and forget the justice
You got a file on every rapist and
You kill the last man who had proof
You act as nothing happen but kill'em all
You still wanna take me to prison
Just cause I opposed your ideology
God protect me!!  fuck your police station.

Weapon contract and corrupted young dream
Democracy is just a word when the people are starving
Caused you fucked up  and give birth to a demon
Average citizen made to be blind to the reason
But, I break it down with critical language and spiritual anguish
This government manufactured weapon and rafale jet
A continent of oil kingdom bought for a bargain.
Education moulded  you into your master image and you forgot who the fuck you were before the war was finished
Your immortal Revolution. 
[We don't get a contract to make money off 'em, Bitch!]

“Are you a criminal?
“No, never been convicted of any crime”
but they had you down as a serious convicted criminal.
*The voice of the voiceless, that voice is social imbalance*
To the pigs, I'm the felon and the bitch started yelling
"Peace to the People, free the free" Fuck!!



Conservative political right-wing ideology
And the home of the slaves.

"Out there! you're looking for me"
cause just I writes and sing blue for you
Want to hear my speech?
Want to share my thoughts?
Prison me! Prison me!
Kill’em all, Kill’em all.

**[How could this be, the land of free, home of the brave]**

 -bryam



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