I will win the night and rule the dawn
And be the hero of my creation
And raise the banners of my invention
Come whomever and come whom may
I walk on my own.
I no longer hoped to be followed or led
In an age of deception, riddled with delusion, led,
the child of truth becomes an orphan at the dawn
The ones who will lead you are the ones to deceive your own
And the power of charm wields the yoke of hatred's creation
You can dance and chant however you may
For the seeds of deceit were your own invention.
I looked to my left for armies of angels' invention
I looked to my right for the help that the darkness led
But the angels had fallen, blizzards of feathers in May
And the darkness swallowed its forces in fear with the dawn
So I chose the present to make the future my creation
And make the destiny I wish my own
This fight is within you and about you; a battle your own
No political sorcerers will have an invention
No journalistic magi can forge a creation
That will guide you to a promised land, mystically led
As the world spins and revolves, dusk till dawn
Only you will make it what you may
Better to beg forgiveness than plead, "If I may?"
You may have hocked it, but your soul is still your own
Now what will you do at this breaking of the dawn?
Get high on a placebo of your invention?
Hope for change from a sorcerer by whom you'll be led?
Or make real change your inner and outer creation?
Go to it yourself and be that creation
Fight aside whatever dark forces you may
Tell they who rule information you shall not be led
Tell they who rule government that freedom is your own
Let the world know that liberty is each person's invention
And usher in the real age of democracy's dawn
We walk to battle, not led, spirit's new creation
We smile at the dawn, happy few who fight as they may
We chose on our own and the future will hail our invention
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