Purveyor

i was born in the middle of a revolution, under the sign of a changing constitution
emerged from a ray of hope, the acients unable to cope

do i grant him the mercy of my absolution, or seal his fate and call it my contribution?
weak kneed i pull the trigger, the revolution keeps getting bigger

always in search for adventurous ways
worried by the shortness of days
reckless of danger i follow the light
beyond the horizon, with all of my might

leaves fade red in the autumn of retribution, a darkened sky brings terror and disillusion
that`s the corporate seal, that is the common ideal

in the booth they feel the urgent anticipation, victims of murder, hunger and desperation
will the faction survive to live on in my dreams and beyond?

lways in search for adventurous ways
worried by the shortness of days
reckless of danger i follow the light
beyond the horizon, with all of my might