Revolution

There was blood in the air I was on all fours, screaming life isn't fair Break down these walls As their marksmen hit their marks And their cloaks of justice are only cloaks after all Born young and wild Don't let them cut your tail Just a pinch of salt in the wound, you'll be fine One last lifeline, I'm hanging high Stay awake, oh, from the wolves you run, barefoot With their libelous, venomous words, they shoot Pulled and panicked, the door is locked And you're trapped inside of your own heart It's a spectator sport, just play your part Just play your part Born young and wild Don't let them cut your tail Just a pinch of salt in the wound, you'll be fine One last lifeline, I'm hanging high Born young and wild Don't let them cut your tail Just a pinch of salt in the wound, you'll be fine One last lifeline, I'm hanging high