The Listener

I would have you know that if it were denounce or die you would be staring into
dead eyes.
I would like to know, do you carry the weight of truth and conviction
or am I speaking to a room pulsating with the motions of fermenting flesh?
or am I speaking to a room pulsating with the motions of fermenting flesh?
Would you really go to any length?
Would you fight ‘til the death?
Would you really go to any length?
Would you fight ‘til the death?
'til the death?
'til the death?
Would you really go to any length?
Would you fight ‘til the death?
Would you really go to any length?
Would you fight ‘til the death?
Well, either way,
I hope you realize I would happily «waste» my breath on you
‘til the day I die to help you see the Truth.
‘Til the day I die.
Until the day I die.
I’m not afraid of change.
My name is revolution.
I’m not afraid of change.
My name is revolution.
My name is revolution.
My name is revolution.
I’m not afraid of change.
I’m not afraid of change.
I’m not afraid of change.
I’m not afraid.