Phantomage of a Revolution

A memory of mine, a movement I was apart of.

Oh, my god

It's, so sad

They shot him dead

And called him bad

It was a setup!

He was speaking his mind

Joseph Stalin

They were one of his kind

My allegiance was to my friend

Not your army

My friend is dead

I'm all alone

My allegiance,

Is now my own

I'm a ghost

A lone wanderer

No-where to go

Now a forever slumberer

I'm a ghost

I'm all alone

False clones

Phantomage bemoan