You leave us empty handed to fill your pockets Your empty words fill our hearts With promises of fear and hatred And leave us fighting in the dark You don't give a damn, your just keep your target Trained on your counterpart You talk a lot of revolution If you want a fire, start with a spark Woah The words keep slipping away Woah My faith keep falling away You just call it a game you think you know how to play We call it bullshit, you call it art You think you're safe from revolution All it takes to start a fire, is a little spark