You exist and you're a friend of mine
You're alive; it's not the end of the line
Cynical; the generations were abandoned here
No life is ever fair
When the mechanical fires are raging
The revolution's here
I can breathe again. I choose to never let it go or lose control
See through the sights of a rifle
Live through the eyes of a child
Walk through the mind of minor to extol
I must change because I've been chasing shadows
Change. Immersed in the night, desperate and taken
Change. Run with the pride of a lion
You exist and you're a friend of mine
You're alive; it's not the end of the line
I'm a failure; I'm the wreckage in the storm
I'm enlightened; unafraid I am reborn
Cynical; the generations were abandoned here
No life is ever fair
When the mechanical fires are raging
The revolution's here