[Funkduder]

“Revolution”
Angered into a form a frustration
Pounding down the walls into floors
Into man-made trapdoors
We crumble and build and build up again
Saying that this is a demonstration
Of the unique progress of men

And stories are told and written and preached
Until a fear arises and the ink is re-bleached

So join us in joining the progress of the damned
Which shuns the foolish, the destroyers of man,
And contracted themselves, once naïve and meek,
To become rationale, evolved and mystique,
And beyond the fear that used to grip us all:
Fear of death, fear of words, fear of the innocent’s fall

And despite living in a world so obsolete and gray
We will find ourselves love, in what we do…in what we say.