Revolution Without Arms

John Doe, the answer to my prayers

Won't you come alive in

The picture that I painted

Moon and stars won't

You come to my rescue

Let me enslave you, owning

You will make me whole

Green leaves won't you

Gather around me

Keep me company

And I'll never beg again

Choose your revolution...

Without arms

We've got a war to fight

Can't you see?

My knight trapped

In shining armor

Take me far away,

I know that you are real.