Billy Antrim

Wonderful Mistakes

I´ve heard some people talk about a revolution
Across the street, sowing seeds

They need more hands to bring down institutions
I must accept it makes sense 

I know the runners got rid of their shackles 
Burst in flames, so… why can´t we?

We have been waiting for far too long now
The nerves got cold
Quiet won´t make us free

But today I say: its my last mistake
Look at us, there is nothing more they can take
Now, I´m ready to make enemies

Now bosses get on your knees. 


Move out, success is attention 
the empty souls, the ally shows

Move out, the passions get numbers
We are the fall 
We are legion singing 

Na nan a nan a na


Move bold, pick up the dreams we left from the floor
Embrace the pain that you think that is real
Because the fire: the passion they can´t steal 
I am the soldier that shouts: enough! 


Don´t stop, ´cause i´m gonna bring down those doors
And let the blood and the rain make us close
Don´t forget the enemies we can´t see
Streets will be taken… 


Bring The Kings