There was electricity in the air and the people weren't scared,
Our strength grew in numbers and our captors were well aware.
After standing our ground and taking back our squares, one by one:
We all burst out to be free!
Collectively we assembled out for debates to reconquer the management of our fate.
Everyone had their say on the 15th of May!
The time for change was then. The paradigm needed:
Revolutionaries, loud & proud!
But the tide of oppression grew, the overthrow overdue, and the monopoly of violence of the statu quo, firmly held in their grasp, beat us down.
One by one we fell.
Tell me: Did we make a change?
All those things we'd said and done tell us where the fuck they've gone. It's as if though they'd never existed. It's all over now.
Tell me: Did we fight for the freedom that was ours since the start?
Or did we run and hide, and then passively take part?
Once again: How much is enough? How far will you go?
The time for change was then. The paradigm needed revolutionaries.
Scared.
And bound...