My feet tainted by the red soil are used to walk step by step
Toward the next hurdle, the next piece of wood, the next river, the next pebble, the next impediment
Through the ages when I should have been innocent, those feet, were already covered in scars before this very moment
I encountered this dark sphere, floating in mid-air, pulling citizens by cold chains, exhausted faces shows no chance
It seemed to be a smooth black ball, no crack at all, but as I was approaching, greeting my teeth, holding my ground, preparing to fight, I saw the true face of it, and as I realised, I puked
Millions, tens of millions, hundred million, billion gloomy faces with arms and hands, sending notes, files, forms to the chained people
Leaving a mountain-like line of paper behind the following slaves
Amazed, our system was right here, asserving bureaucracy, false democracy, lying meritocracy,
Something I can't destroy through raw force of swordsmanship, in spite of the skills I raised for it
Red flag, lying in the area, grab it, intending to be righteous
Start the movement, march of the oppressed, dream of something else
Progressing by reaction, spirit of revolution, causes overreaction, regressing situation
I only strenghtened the system, tightened up the collars, giving it a reason, an opportunity to harass them even more. Losing hope to raise the crowd, doing nothing but kindling anew their anger towards me, nurturing their despair, so unfair
All because of this flag, this flag I've got with no idea of the person behind, this flag stemming from the apparently filthy hand that lend me this flag
Was I working for some shadows or the sphere itself ?
At this moment I understood, R for repeat, regret, R for rags, R for rage or ranks, R for revolution, this R is leading to a mistake, it's unneeded
