A repentant nobel man   He vowed to overthrow the land   Horrified by the treatment of the peasants by his fathers hand   He had a vision destruction his creative urge   He lit a fire and it still burns   Mikhail wanted nothing more than liberty   He denounced the church the state and monarchy   He called for an armed revolution   To overthrow their governmental institution   In a world with a dominant minority   Capitalizing off the poor   The immense majority   Consumed with hatred for authority   Enemy of the state, protector of humanity   Eight years of his life were taken from him   Six of those were spent in a dungeon   But he escaped and circled the globe   Once again sticking his neck on the gallows   To oppose the force of tyranny   That keep us locked our classes   Rise up and kick their collective asses   Whatever the form of government may be   A class restricted society   Will be the end result   No reformation without result