air is hot with revolution, brilliant as a fire-ball
october is cold, our passion enflamed
days of red, days of blood
nowhere to run, no where to hide
no way, no how, to try and stay alive
silent scope, my target nears
my bead is drawn, my aim is true
broke the line, cracked their spines
a reign to last one-thousand years
running for your life, getting nowhere, they got you on your knees
no light at the end of the tunnel, no escape, no reprieve
nowhere to run, nowhere to hide, no way, no how, to try and stay alive
the revolution is a means to and end
the sickle swings reaping crops of dead
hammers are falling, they're smashing the bones
necks will be strung, heads will roll
