When the blood was red and the lies were black and white they put their hands together they thought they have the right we know they made mistakes but we still imitate keep the spirit alive when there's nothing left at stake now our heroes seem further away your fists in the air but nothing has changed would they shakes their heads would they feel ashamed fists in the air for a f**ing name all we know is what came before there's no revolution anymore we look to the past and ask for nothing more there's no revolution anymore on the edge of tomorrow what are we fighting for we fight each other whenever we get bored. jaded kids hatred wins and we all lose schemes k** our dreams its self abuse lets light a match to these dynamite dreams lets let it all go and set it all free I vote for the outcasts the losers and creeps who can bring it back again make me believe there's no revolution anymore!