Sarabante Revelation
Days pass us,
spilling black blood.
Under the weight of conceited thoughts.
New age tomorrow mudded with shame,
for sins that bleed,
for sins that stain.
Considering the body,
a prison cell.
To change from within,
tears all hiding inside.
Living in fear,
break out from your soul.
Set power on fire and squat now the world.
Listening to the echo of your hollow truth.
Reflections of logic on a broken glass.
Constant vows of misguided decisions.
Can't bring back what's lost,
Can't bring back what's gone.
Burn down.
Revelation.
Must bring back what is lost.
