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 Their reign 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