The Uprising

	The uprising.
	This is the sound,
	its rising into the foreground,
	its calling out
	all the antiquated rules.
	can you feel the embers rising?
	fires are blazing,
	tongues keep talking,
	what's ours to win,
	is ours to loose.
	Lets sharpen wits
	and gather knowledge.
	One by one we'll start this army,
	march the streets they'll scream in envy.
	you can't push us, push us underground .
	This is the sound,
	its rising into the foreground,
	its calling out
	all the antiquated rules.
	And though the ground swell is growing,
	i admit we're not all knowing,
	and though we're carving solutions.
	with hope for resolutions we stand.
	To the punks and the protests
	and those fighting for progress.
	The inconvenient truth,
	is that the power's with you.
	This is the sound,
	its rising into the foreground,
	its calling out
	all the antiquated rules.
	can you feel the embers rising?
	fires are blazing,
	tongues keep talking,
	what's ours to win,
	is ours to loose.
	Lets sharpen wits
	and gather knowledge.
	One by one we'll start this army,
	march the streets they'll scream in envy.
	you can't push us, push us underground.
	This is the sound,
	its rising into the foreground,
	its calling out
	all the antiquated rules.