Grave Dancer

You can take your shriveled
Words of hate
To invite your strangled young
You can lick their blood
Right from your hands
With your old and filthy tongues
I refuse to stand and hear
Your phony battle chants get sung
As I know that you won't
Stand as their funeral bells are rung

Pull the wool
From your eyes
And see the world
For you've been blind
Gather you grave dancers
And brace for
The revolution

Why do you deserve my life more than I?
Why 'cuz I was born?
Do you expect me to charge to my death
At the sound of your combat horns?
I'd rather slice my throat in honor to myself
Feel my mortal wound's sting
So in my fleeting thoughts I'll know
That I let freedom ring

Pull the wool
From your eyes
And see the world
For you've been blind
Gather you grave dancers
And brace for
The revolution

I've reached a level of confidence
I ain't subject to your scorn
The tides of change are rolling in
Consider yourselves forewarned
The tidal wave of revolution speaks
Drowning you beneath its waves
And we'll all rejoice in justice served
And dance upon your graves