The Revolt
from Psychonemesis by Ballaärat
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Rain is pleading to the thousands of inmates (along with her on the penal colony of Ganymede) to stand up and revolt with her against the unjust oppressors of the colony. Rain shares with all the inmates some of her past that parallel’s the lives of the other inmates on Ganymede. If the revolt is a success, then Rain wishes to take all of the inmates back to Ballaärat to win the planet back from the legions of troops the evil Anhedonia has created.
lyrics
Smell the scent of a thousand footsteps
on the floor I once called home.
She sleeps in the same corner that I did long ago.
The corner that's never alone…
I interpret a thousand words
In her half closed eyes.
From out here I know and feel her thoughts inside.
To regret she'll never allow a second of time…
We are virgins to sorrow,
we know this time wont last.
As with mine, a thousand times,
this will soon be in your past.
I bend down to hear a thousand voices
As I listen she whispers out loud.
She wishes to hear the laughter, the laughter of a happier sound.
I want to change the life that she's found…
I touch her face of a thousand fears
And awake her of what she sees.
And in my arms, she now knows…
that she can finally leave.
We are virgins to sorrow,
we know this time wont last.
As with mine, a thousand times,
this will soon be in your past.
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I've been sent back;
just to see it all again.
What has come of me before…
transcends;
from me,
to you,
and back to me again.
The cycle cuts again…
This circle must end.
Stand up and revolt…
Stand up and defend.
Help me, bring this all…
To an end.
on the floor I once called home.
She sleeps in the same corner that I did long ago.
The corner that's never alone…
I interpret a thousand words
In her half closed eyes.
From out here I know and feel her thoughts inside.
To regret she'll never allow a second of time…
We are virgins to sorrow,
we know this time wont last.
As with mine, a thousand times,
this will soon be in your past.
I bend down to hear a thousand voices
As I listen she whispers out loud.
She wishes to hear the laughter, the laughter of a happier sound.
I want to change the life that she's found…
I touch her face of a thousand fears
And awake her of what she sees.
And in my arms, she now knows…
that she can finally leave.
We are virgins to sorrow,
we know this time wont last.
As with mine, a thousand times,
this will soon be in your past.
---------------------------------
I've been sent back;
just to see it all again.
What has come of me before…
transcends;
from me,
to you,
and back to me again.
The cycle cuts again…
This circle must end.
Stand up and revolt…
Stand up and defend.
Help me, bring this all…
To an end.
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from Psychonemesis,
released December 13, 2000
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Dec 2000
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