If I Can't Drop Out It's Not My Revolution Testo

the quarrel's done
the bloodied book of revelation
the book of all answers force fed to all
it's simple when benevolence smiles
from the barrel of the gun
in sixteen steps hundred years back in time
and who'll be the first to step off the wagon
and add to the sound of nobody walking
it's simple with somebody's
feeding your thoughts out aloud
march, trample, left, right...