| This is a voiced generation
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| Our stance you won’t break
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| We are the mark in foundation
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| With all the hearts that we create
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| We may not have brought it here,
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| The death, despair, and shame
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| But I swear to God that in the end,
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| Death will fear our name
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| The shortcomings and failures corrupt our heats position
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| So don’t let your past be your futures definition
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| We move on because that battle’s already been won
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| And if you’ve lost, but you’ve tried, you’ve succeeded
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| When the views of truth and lies are corrupted;
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| My weakness is expected, but our triumph is demanded
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| We’ll stumble, we won’t fall
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| Our ears aren’t too deaf to hear our call
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| You try to take my breath away,
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| But I’m still breathing
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| Our lives have been sheltered, not by forceful captivity,
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| But by complacent and selfish prosperity
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| Change is a beautiful slogan when wielded by those who wish to uphold it
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| Paralyzed forerunners, we sign our lives away to a headstone
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| Belief is as fickle as our minds that surround
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| Unless our souls can keep our ground
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| Keep our ground
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| Fight them back
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| I’ll lay my fist to the dirt with the enemy
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| I’ll lay my sword from the sheath, demons surround me
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| Fear, hate, pride, these cowards breathe
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| Unless our hearts' will makes them see
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| With the enemy down to one knee |