Smells like revolution

My head is turning
and felling out of place
this booze is really going to
burn my pain

afraid, not afraid
why do I always try to be this way?
Your talking about not to
Recognize my face

And I won’t feel ashamed
If I’m getting busted
While looking for something else

Smells like revolution
And tastes like evolution
My game, our game

The music is climbing all
My reasoning instead
And my fears are walking
All around my bed

But I won’t pray again
I believe there’s nothing
I will do but this

I don’t belong to lies
I won’t let you blind
No longer want you to cry
But these are no simple times