It's just a soft blow
That might disillusion you now
When these little butterflies
Are rising up to the skies
And when people die
Oh, when babies cry
When everything seems to change
And politics are out of range

This is the Chaos Theory
And everyone will get

This is not a revolution song
This is me, telling you what went wrong
Lay down your arms, the fight is lost
Raise up your hands, the coin is tossed

Our world just isn't fair
How can you protest, how would you dare?
The pain is there, the pain is strong
Are you tough

We're the loss of a generation
Still betrayed by the lies above
Broken fields of dust and ashes
Nothing feels alright

Oppressed by our leaders
The struggle has to start
Stop their brainwash everywhere
Begin to think on your own

Pray Your Last Words
Towards