My Revolution from Borgofondo by Doctor Cyclops

My revolution... I’d rather be a dead
Your revolution...look at my heart, if now is black
Sometimes these revolutions bring close to the hell

Prisoner of the wolves of paranoia
The stream of consciousness takes to euphoria
Romantic lovers lie in fields of rainbow
And filled with rain become
Symbiotic souls of fire
Like flowers from a field you’ll pick my bones up to the ground

My revolution...another mile to the hill
Your revolution...a battle I just couldn’t fight
Master Mind, behind my mind, calls back the horses

Imagination flows but it can’t feed your hearth
In useless hours shadows lead to nowhere
Romantic lovers lie in fields of rainbow
And filled with rain become
Symbiotic souls of fire
Like blades that stab my back
These memories cut my soul inside

• Doom
• NWOBHM
• Progressive Rock
• Rock
• heavy psych
• heavy rock
• Bosmenso Superiore