Far Away Stables - No Revolution

You’re hiding silver, from those who, own golden mines
You’re drawing circles, for those who, only see in lines
You’re clawing at the faces, of those with ostentatious, diamond eyes
You’re fighting with, those who’ve had you, hypnotised

Become, a parasite, this is no revolution
Become, a thorn in their side, this is no revolution

Nobody moves and nobody gets hurt
Stay still, in the knowledge, that you won’t break, in half
Nobody moves and it only, gets worse
Lay bare, as the blood dries in, your heart

Become, a parasite, this is no revolution (no revolution)
Become, a thorn in their side, this is no revolution (no revolution)

Throw yourself, in the lion’s den, be smoke, in the hornet’s nest!
Release the voice, inside your head, be heretics, to those so blessed!
Throw yourself, in the lion’s den, be smoke, in the hornet’s nest!
Release the voice, inside your head, be heretics, to the blessed, to the blessed!

Become, a parasite, this is no revolution (no revolution)
Become, a thorn in their side, this is no revolution

(No, no revolution, no, no revolution)!