Feeling radical in cotton

Purified in my satin

But the bomb of the season

Is a velvet revolution

I look at the sky

And feel the tears of the

Prophets crying

I look at the sky

And feel the rain

The rain of tears

Feeling radical in cotton

Purified in my satin

But the bomb of the season

Is a velvet revolution

All you killers of the children

There's a new commandment

The true divine creator wants a

Velvet revolution

All you killers of the children

There's a new commandment

The true divine creator wants a

Velvet revolution