| 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 |