We are the masters of a new revolution,
Of words, songs, rhymes that don’t rhyme,
And Lindt undercover.
Happiness like sadness,
Blooms from love,
And other moments.
We are the masters of the new future,
Taking it by the balls, twisting it, changing it,
And turning it to gold.
Roses like thorns,
Stick in our side,
Full of love, full of pain.
We are the masters of a new renaissance,
Of unspoken words and unspoken pasts,
And change in the darkness.
Light like brightness,
Comes from darkness,
We are the masters of the new tomorrow,
Blazing bright, brimming in tears,
And prideful hearts.