Looking for a revolution
Looking for a brand new way
All the demons in my mind
Strike them deaf and blind
Narcissus king of our kind
Birthright chains that bind
Cannot see any time anywhere
A prophet of truth by death and decay
Cannot feel the ground beneath us
Cannot see what is going down
And the mountain towers ten miles high
The infinite composed
The harmony is what remains
Revolution
We cannot purify the water
To remove all of our sins
Why purify what was pure to begin with
Narcissus king of our kind
Our world is a projection of mind
Cannot see any time anywhere
A prophet of truth by death and decay
Cannot feel the ground beneath us
Cannot see what is going down
And the mountain towers ten miles high
The infinite composed
The harmony is what remains
Revolution
