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To think of all the lives they've taken |
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Thrown in an endless void |
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Worth is not assigned by a man on a screen |
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Nor love by where we sleep |
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We conceal who we truly are |
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In hopes to thrill an audience |
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But there's not enough make up in this world |
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To cover all our scars |
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A coward said that you'll never amount to anything |
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You've still got the breath in your lungs enough to fight the apathy |
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Raise your voices loud and clear |
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They will tremble when they hear |
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We are not abandoned anymore |
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We're aiming to find you now |
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This is the last time you sell us out |
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We will not be silent anymore |
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Desensitizing every truth we hold |
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A dystopic nightmare |
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Worth is not assigned by a man on a screen |
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Nor love by where we sleep |
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Raise your voices loud and clear |
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They will tremble when they hear |
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We are not abandoned anymore |
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We are aiming to find you now |
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This is the last time you sell us out |
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We will not be silent anymore |
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Reveal yourself for who you are |
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Apathy is dead |
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A coward said that you'll never amount to anything |
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You've still got the breath in your lungs enough to fight the apathy |
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So walk out from behind those gates and feel the sun burn upon your face |
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You will be bestowed a new name etched in stone |
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Born in flame |
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We are born from a burning sun |
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We are more than what's inside the gates we're from |
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Apathy is dead |
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Reveal yourself for who you are |
