It is torture that you kill me As your knife goes gliding in Cut my vein to the spirit Of the child I have been My life screams as you carve me Hold my guts inside your hands Heaven brings newly warmed blood As you drain my heart again
With blind acceptance I swallow all your lies Yet consumed by rage I learn only to reside In fear of the apparition of the revolution
Apparition of the Revolution
Poised at the edge of destruction Fist held straight up in the sky I marvel at the corpses moving Is it I who give them life And still am I to blame As the water’s closing in Submerged in futile tragedy The rumbling of The End
Yet a 1,000 armies’ poisons never could stop my grief Some angels had the nerve to interrupt my peace In admiration of the apparition of the revolution
And in a wild and sudden dance We mocked at Time, Fate, and Chance Singing, “God is Joy, and Joy is Love”
And in our eyes there flashed a glow Of brightness to and fro And in this all our song arose
You spoke, ‘I see your eyes grow dim With all the sorrow of men Now wrapped in dreams again Be still, my friend’
Apparition of the Revolution
Finally I grasp your pleasure It’s to see me slowly burn The revelation no longer ghostly Solid form of rebellion [A mother dreams of her sons united Her children’s eyes drawn blank and flat] With each step I further fall into the void With each life I lived I stopped just slightly short
In dreaming of the Apparition of the Revolution By hunting for the Apparition of the Revolution In dying for the Apparition of the Revolution Out of love for the Apparition of the Revolution