Revolution

it's a revolution of the darkest kind

i have seen it mirrored

in the darkening sky

i can put it in my hand

and hold it up to the light

but never see right through

it's a revolution in the purest form

and the house that we lived in's been tattered

and tom and my blanket

no longer keeps me warm

the cold it burned right through

wake up vanessa

there's someone at the door

with a carbine on his shoulder

he's talking 'bout

a revolutionary war

this is all about faith,

this is not about religion

since when did making love become

a life and death decision?

it's a clean destruction of the previous mind

and all i believed in's been shattered in kind

but i found that my heart's opened up my

mind and opened up my eyes

and it's no wonder that you found me here on

the side of the road with all i hold dear in a

brass-metal casting to shut out the fear

and cut it down to size