You want a war through history,
just as you wanted to call his bluff

and see him made into a proper king.

You want things to hurry up,
for me to fix what you know I can fix

and never mind the asking for it to be done. 



You want a revolution, as do I,
but you want it quick and incisive, without delay
and with a heavy-handed justice for all the perceived wrongs.



Some think you greedy, but I think not.

Beneath the fire that burns in you, there is peace
that breaks my heart wide open.

Some say you only want revenge, that you are
a bloodthirsty rebel rabble-rouser like all the rest,

but I have tasted the joy you so desire.

Some say you are merely a man at war,
tired and bitter, having lost your way, but beloved,
in your Judas eyes, I see love and only love.