Revelation to John

All of our streets are empty
Birds are flying free
Where the people hide
Was once a high-rise
All of our streets are empty
The animals roam here
There's no comfort
Just TV
Sensibility

Give all your freedom to the man
Give all your money to the bank
Take a mark upon
The hand that set you free
Apocalyptic dream

All of our streets are empty
The well is running dry
While the people snide
Living on borrowed time
All of our streets are empty
The writing on the wall
There's no possibility
Nothing is as it seems

Give all your freedom to the man
To the man who made a plan
Give all your money to the bank
To understand they understand
Take a mark upon
The hand that set you free
Apocalyptic dream

Give all your freedom to the man
To the man who made a plan
Give all your money to the bank
To understand they understand
Take a mark upon
The hand if you believe
Apocalyptic dream



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Writer(s): Christian Licursi
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