Heretic Productions present: "R.E.V.O.L.U.T.I.O.N! I Am Not Dead"
Let the wolves know that in our tribe
If the father dies, his gun will remain
Even if all the men of the tribe are killed
Our son will remain.
Leave the silver bullet in my heart,
fall to prayer in my blood,
and hush, my father
--I am not dead.
More light than mass,
I rise through you,
breathe with your eyes,
stand in your shoes, on the rooftops,
in the streets, march with you
in the cities and villages of our country
shouting through you, with
I am thunder on your tongue.
To slaughter us
Why did you need to invite us
To such an inelegant party
En Garde motherfucker, the tide is rising