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In this place we find each other |
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A tribute to the wise |
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Who view with open eyes |
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Expose the lies of our brothers |
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Misled and lost between |
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The surface and the screen |
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We are not alone to defy |
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We stand and those who push us down will die |
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Under blackened sky |
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We light the torches and we hear the sound |
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Of the soundtrack to the rebellion |
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We break the silence and we make the sound |
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Of the soundtrack to the rebellion |
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They sit and suck the tit of power |
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They claim it for us all |
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But keep it within walls |
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These men aim to slowly devour |
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And they lock you into sleep |
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While silently they reap |
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They lie! Don't hear their blinded words of dread |
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The phantoms you fear they put inside your head |
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Under blackened sky |
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We light the torches and we hear the sound |
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Of the soundtrack to the rebellion |
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We break the silence and we make the sound |
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Of the soundtrack to the rebellion |
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We light the torches and we hear the sound |
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Of the soundtrack to the rebellion |
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We break the silence and we make the sound |
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Of the soundtrack to the rebellion |
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We light the torches and we hear the sound |
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Of the soundtrack to the rebellion |
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We break the silence and we make the sound |
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Of the soundtrack to the rebellion |
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It fuels the flames throughout the night |
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And it's soundtrack to the rebellion |
