They're trying to make a war This we can fight by drawing some more Write what we see, paint pictures, plant seeds
Of change in fertile minds They've never seen a war of this kind How do we treat this angry child? Who hates his sisters who wants them blind Confined, tied to his side Who'd keep this world in a state of perpetual rewind Time to unbind his imprisoned cognitions Time to rearrange the conditions Question our missions Because while this gun show rages on with a pace Each soldier that's taken down is replaced By an angrier face Intent on avenging his race Making his case on the horrors his people have faced He doesn't die, he multiplies And you can stop the drip but can't stem the tide And you hide behind war as a means to provide Protection for those on your side To make your death planes bona fide
Find a revolution of mind Each sign each symbol aligned A revolution of mind
But what use is your might Against a patron whose life means less to him than the fight, Who has misdirected his sights at me Je suis Charlie A soldier of the pen A microphone sniper, deadly with a lens Hell bent on finding friends Seeking out communicative minds is my end Success depends on the angles I blend And which truth I can lend my imperfect eye to Yes I might come gunning for you If your doctrine is toxic I might take a tour of the topic Explore your myopic concoctions of logic Feel free to read the script and add Pick up your own sketch pad Please don't think that I'm mad It's saying and doing nothing that's sad It's the apathy, the watching it all on tv Our lead in the pipes that drove the Romans mad
Find a revolution of mind Each sign each symbol aligned A revolution of mind
So I write it all out here But let's be clear Undiluted freedom is the aim Though I know it's a long game How can one be free while another lives in pain Caught in the chains made by a richer man's gain Or a righteous man's claims over his gods domain This world is in need of a change But building more guns is just more of the same From masters of war, whose art form is blame Who would convince us were insane For our calls to abstain Who sip their champagne on the gravy train Of their lucrative contract for a military campaign Time for a war on the page Time to engage, not adhere You might think it queer But my verse is a spear That can cut through your spiel And I can defend and upend your attack With the words I have penned Or the lens in my backpack Or the spray paint, or the microphone And I'm not alone There's a legion of me Preaching peace Looking for open minds to reach Building cohesive communities Resilient to your deadly deceit
Find a revolution of mind Each sign each symbol aligned A revolution of mind
Seeing where once we were blind A future worth getting behind Or just mankind's next attempt at suicide? You decide Where do we apply our skills and supplies Because I'm inclined to side With the words and the rhymes The symbols the signs The portraits of the times Combined and aligned In an urgently required Revolution of mindTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
