A man dressed in black approach his desk, set to fill in the world new task
People are hungry for anger
Gaze the scenery by/from the view of an eye patch
If you named the revolution 154
Oh you may say it's all long gone
Have you looked behind the curtain
Maybe beneath your carpet
The option choked to death by the dust you swiped away so recklessly
Living life of plastic can't be recycled
Then they catch us the strong against the weak
So you thought you've made a revolution your mind set by the institution