air is hot with revolution, brilliant as a fire-ball

october is cold, our passion enflamed

days of red, days of blood



nowhere to run, no where to hide

no way, no how, to try and stay alive



silent scope, my target nears

my bead is drawn, my aim is true

broke the line, cracked their spines

a reign to last one-thousand years



running for your life, getting nowhere, they got you on your knees

no light at the end of the tunnel, no escape, no reprieve



nowhere to run, nowhere to hide, no way, no how, to try and stay alive



the revolution is a means to and end

the sickle swings reaping crops of dead

hammers are falling, they're smashing the bones

necks will be strung, heads will roll



ready, aim



nowhere to hide