In death, through this controlled life.
There are premonitions from those, who've risen, in strife, upon their bribes.
Within the demonstrations, for few, an underlying prolonged, rich life.
As civilizations, escape, breaking through, these corrupt times.
When the crowd's form, they rush to take
with others to strike.
Only then can barricades, stand up. stand firm. stand there high.
New beginnings begin to take on flight
And then Freedom, a glorious new life.
For those who stand for what is right.
They stand and fight.
Only When There Is Death,
Shall There Be New Life!