From the view of this vantage pointI can see it more clearly nowThe future is a bleaker placeThan this gray world that I've never let go of and never willThere is only murder coming from the back of the machineAnd it's spilling ink over ink over meThe ground as it is chasing has begun to remove its dermisAnd expose its sinister gaping woundOh, the evilAnd its blanket of temptationClogs the cogs of the machine of navigationThe revolt is upon usThe revolt is upon usBut I lose them to the groundThere is only murder coming from the back of the machineAnd it's spilling ink over ink over meThe ground as it is chasing has begun to remove its dermisAnd expose its sinister gaping woundIts sinister gaping woundIts sinister gaping woundIts sinister gaping woundOh, how the revolt has startedBroken and fulling the prophetClosing us off to the graciousRevolt, revoltRevolt, revoltRevolt, revoltChastise, chastiseChastise, chastiseChastise, chastiseOh, how the revolt has startedBroken and fulling the prophetClosing us off to the graciousThe graciousThe revolt is upon usThe revolt is upon usBut I lose them to the groundIt's still our faultsIt's still our faultsIt's still our faultsIt's still our faultsBut I refuse to let me turnWhen I go so you knowThat I will never ever take itWhen I go so you knowThat I'll never take itWhen I go so you knowThat I will never ever take itWhen I go so you knowThat I'll never take itTake itTake itTake itI will never take it
