Tired of the fear.
Tired of the rage.
Tired of the tears
Trapped in a cage.
We need a prospect.
We need our dreams.
We need more respect,
And less silent screams.
Over all of this bullshit.
Over all of foolish pride.
Over all of the empty clips
Fueling zealous genocide.
They hide behind doors.
They hide behind plans.
They hide behind the poor
The souls they've damned.
Rise up; fight the power.
Rise up for this November.
Rise up in our darkest hour.
A day history will remember.
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