Give me a spark of your nerves,
I’ll turn it into thunder strike.
Give me a tremor of your lips,
I’ll turn it into landslide.
Give me a teardrop of your eyes,
I’ll turn it into tsunami.
Give me the sweat of your labor,
I’ll turn it into hydroelectricity.
Give me a beat of your heart,
I’ll turn it into an earthquake.
Give me a touch of your fingers,
I’ll turn it into society’s duct tape.
Ingredients of reform are born of your veins.
Renounce your apathy and reform will rain.