• Another story left untold;
    the Revolution ends with me.
    These prison bars never felt so cold,
    sentenced because my thoughts flew free.

    We are all torches in the dark,
    revealing a realm of tragedy...
    Pierced by these arrows, razor sharp,
    I hope that you will hear my plea...

    I can't believe that I once thought
    that everyone was made for me.
    That our genetics made us gods,
    that everything bowed at our feet.

    But after our lives burned away,
    I saw the truth beneath the ash.
    Everything was as bright as day,
    and I'll infect the truth 'til the day I pass.

    And now I'm crying in my cell,
    the rusted metal keeping watch
    A boy that's just surviving hell,
    that now is feeling without touch.

    I'm still just sitting here, alone,
    and the world's passing me by;
    These prison bars are growing old,
    the bolts that hold them, copper-dyed.

    I grab the door, right by the seams,
    and wrench with all my strength it seems;
    I scream, my clothes coated in blood,
    Collapse into the growing mud.

    ... A hundred hands to lift me high...
    ... An IV plugged into my brain...
    ... And now I'm soaring towards the sky...
    ... The sun refracted in the rain.