Welcome to the inside the dim light of revolution personified where your god is an assortment of colors and lines in the city some days I hear the train coming like a three fold Armageddon swelling time. I feel the ocean coming alive the rain falls like gunfire and the sky falls apart. You are not who you say you are I am counterfeit we live on top of the most beautiful world it's not real; we're running out of time as it is. I am counterfeit save your breath there are some places where the beauty does not reach the train storms flood the dead streets with innocent blood. Drowning your salvation in the undertow of your god. What have you become I remember to tread water I'm not breathing in as I feel the ocean coming alive I am less human inside. The streets run with the blood of the sanctified. Nothing has ever felt so cold as the silence tonight in time as it is my name will crash these walls and you will know my name is revolution for the last time.