Silent Revolution

A trembling cymbal announces the underground buzz
People are talking about dissatisfaction because
There’s stuff going down that should not be allowed
And it grows within the crowd
As they stand there waiting for the band to begin
But then the master of ceremonies walks in
And he puts on a smile and straightens his tie
There’s a little twinkle in his eye
As he bites your listening ear off
Blood sputters as he stifles a cough
Looks such a fool that you can’t help but laugh
And it makes you think about yesterday.

(Chorus)
A silent revolution growing rhythmically underground
Where truth is more often than not found
Cloaked in the guise of the supposedly unwise
Beggar and chooser or just another loser, a bruiser
Everyone who didn’t make it in someone else’s esteem
And those who have succumb and the successfully dumb.

We were angry because we were being denied
There was no trust because we knew they lied
About how our brothers died ‘cause they tried
To propagate change in the face of persecution
Where their retribution led to execution
In the book of an Afrikaner god that hated blacks
And the truth of which they spoke
Our lives were nothing more than a cheap joke
Men turned into mindless killing machines
To protect the parents that were so scared
For all of their lives until they no longer cared
Or dared to hear the imminent sound of revolution.

(Chorus)
A silent revolution growing rhythmically underground
Where truth is more often than not found
Cloaked in the guise of the supposedly unwise
Beggar and chooser or just another loser, a bruiser
Everyone who didn’t make it in someone else’s esteem
And all who have succumb and even the successfully dumb.