Jayme Once upon a time I ripped the wings from my spine.
All truth passes through three stages. First, it is ridiculed. Second, it is violently opposed. Third, it is accepted as being self-evident.
Jayme Once upon a time I ripped the wings from my spine.
All truth passes through three stages. First, it is ridiculed. Second, it is violently opposed. Third, it is accepted as being self-evident.
Jayme Once upon a time I ripped the wings from my spine.
“Recuerden que el eslabón más alto que pude alcanzar la especie humana es ser revolucionario.”
(’ Remember that the highest link that the human species could reach is to be a revolutionary. ‘)
Jayme Once upon a time I ripped the wings from my spine.
In a time of universal deceit, telling the truth becomes a revolutionary act.
Jayme Once upon a time I ripped the wings from my spine.
Many have traveled this road before
I see their tracks in the dirt
But maybe I don’t agree
With where they are leading
And who am I, just a youth
But why has that become the excuse
A monotone voice
In my head saying
Dreaming all the time
It’s so foolish
Your flood of empty words
Will drown you in ruin
So we listen
Should we listen.
They shake their heads
As they drive away in the bandwagon
Didn’t feel like hitching a ride
Oh, but I’ll be fine
Some nights it’s hard to be alone
I want some kind of kinship
But the finish line
It drives me on
When they say.
Dreaming all the time
It’s so foolish
Your flood of empty words
Will drown you in ruin
So we listen
Should we listen
Come with me
They’ll call us revolutionaries
Come with me
They’ll call us revolutionaries
Revolutionaries
Revolutionaries
Dreaming all the time
It’s not foolish
Your flood of life giving words
They will refresh, they will refresh
Dreaming all the time
It’s not foolish
Your flood of life giving words
They will refresh
Should we listen
Revolutionaries.
- Bethany Dillon