When your nightmares are coming true,
Clouds of black in the skies of blue
You see strangers hear voices going bleak,
Be all ears for my pen will speak.
The shackles of my feet will take their toll,
But how will they keep my omnipotent soul?
It will race through the depths of hell,
Emotions ablaze : MY PEN WILL REBEL
IF they wish they can steal my voice ,
Cover it with the most hideous noise,
But that won't prevent me to think,
And I'll plan my rebellion in ink.
Mangle my body ,
Oppress my word ,
Cut me into pieces with the finest sword.
Even in pieces will beat my heart.
For I rebel in ink not blood.
Clouds of black in the skies of blue
You see strangers hear voices going bleak,
Be all ears for my pen will speak.
The shackles of my feet will take their toll,
But how will they keep my omnipotent soul?
It will race through the depths of hell,
Emotions ablaze : MY PEN WILL REBEL
IF they wish they can steal my voice ,
Cover it with the most hideous noise,
But that won't prevent me to think,
And I'll plan my rebellion in ink.
Mangle my body ,
Oppress my word ,
Cut me into pieces with the finest sword.
Even in pieces will beat my heart.
For I rebel in ink not blood.
