| Today we learn the end that justifies the means.
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| Waiting for revolution from another’s hand…
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| ends right now!
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| In silent streets policemen punish the unfed.
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| Established by a system built on the backs of the working dead,
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| where blue lights try to drown what flourishes, when we resist their fear.
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| They try to beat us down, but still we rise.
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| We are the ones we’re waiting for,
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| This is the here and now!
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| When they build a wall to keep us in place,
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| We can tear it down… and now’s the time!
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| The city’s ribs, the tenements.
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| hold hope and the strength to grow.
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| It spreads in crowded basements and fills our our hollow bones.
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| Resistance swells up through the floorboards when, we realize whats inside.
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| It’s louder than bombs and thicker than blood…
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| Like flames in the darkest night.
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| We are the ones we’re waiting for,
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| This the here and now!
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| When they build a wall to keep us in place,
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| We can tear it down! |