If The Revolution Never Comes

The fool on the hill
He sees the sun going down
And the eyes in his head
See the world
Spinning round
This is all wrong
I shouldn’t be up here
I should be back in school, on the other side of the ocean
Yet, you’ve come to us young people, for hope?
How dare you
You have stolen my dreams, my childhood, with your empty words
And yet, I’m one of the lucky ones
People are suffering, people are dying
Entire eco-systems are collapsing
We are in the beginning of a mess, extinction
And all you can talk about is money
If the revolution never comes, we’re probably gonna die from carbiondioxide
being pumped into the sky
The follow mankind, the risen it’s been predicted many times
We shouldn’t have been survived
When the water starts to rise and there’s nowhere left to hide
And polarbears reside that they’re on the edge of their existence
Maybe it’s far too little too late, and the struggle too great
And it just doesn’t make a difference
Waking up everyday, discover the world is still the same
Corporations running the game, people are praying for a time of change
Maybe it’s because we never really gave a fuck
Told that it would go away is what we had made above
Or, cause once we had it all we said it ain’t enough
Cause we all forgot we were made of love
Maybe we all forgot what life was all about
And the world would make it rain if it feels in the drought
You’re failing us
But young people are starting to understand your betrayal
The eyes of all future generations are upon you
And if you choose to fail us, I say: we will never forgive you
And If the revolution never comes, and the 99% people working for the ones who
run and make guns while we fight over the problems
The battles will be fought up in the slums
Of any resource there’s not enough for everyone, I’m stacking up on food,
what ever was guns
Cause, I probably have to fight my own kind if we don’t manage to win the
battle in our own rounds
And the entrance spy us, the sack is on fire
Cause life is just the hooks of a joke and I’m a liar
And creme is surpreme bound down to desire
As the choir sings, the violins play a requiem
For everything that was, as turn to
As they beat the last breath with that
But the world is turning, the system’s burning, it’s concerning not to learn a
thing from what we’re seeing
Spinning round
Spinning round
Round
Round
Round