standing on the edge of reason
the city beneath our feet
he spoke of a revolution
the masses joined in

let's make gold out of sand
we'll follow you anywhere
praising the high priest of nothing

holding a gun to someones face
isn't going to make a difference
in the long run

and the two of you
are you in or out?

go to hell

and you took my hand
and we jumped

the city was burning
we were falling into its beauty
free and without guilt

you held me
it felt like we were dancing
whirling in the air

landing on a street on fire
I want to fuck you
right here and now

against a wall
you held my leg high
pushed yourself inside me
the taste of ash and smoke
on your sweet lips
clinging to each other
the beast shown in your eyes
hungry and wild
answering my call
we were one
never to be separated again

my revolution
is you
bring anything on
we are here
waiting