| They whisper freedom, chain your hands |
| Silent rulers of stolen lands |
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| They forge your burdens, they carve your fate |
| Dress the noose in a crown of grace |
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| Rise, with impunity |
| Rise, come stand next to me |
| Rise, we will march through the storm |
| Rise from the ashes and shatter the chains! |
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| You bleed, you break, you crawl, obey |
| Slaves to the system they won't betray |
| The cost of living, the price of breath |
| Work till you die, then there's nothing left |
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| Rise, with impunity |
| Rise, come stand next to me |
| Rise, we will march through the storm |
| Rise from the ashes and shatter the chains! |
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| Rise, with impunity |
| Rise, come stand next to me |
| Rise, we will march through the storm |
| Rise from the ashes and shatter the chains! |
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| They sell you hope, they sell you pride |
| Dressed up graves where your dreams have died |
| Eyes sewn shut, minds deceived |
| You're on your knees |
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| Rise, with impunity |
| Rise, come stand next to me |
| Rise, we will march through the storm |
| Rise from the ashes and shatter the chains! |
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| Rise, with impunity |
| Rise, come stand next to me |
| Rise, we will march through the storm |
| Rise from the ashes and shatter the chains! |
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| Rise |
| Rise |
| Rise |
| Rise |
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