Do you remember the spirit? The spirit of revolution?
When we all gave a damn? When words meant action?
I don't think you do, because if you did
You wouldn't be making excuses
For the pathetic choises
You use to justify your life

Trickle down, yeah down, to the people
Blood of the masses spilled on the ground
Right where our parents left it
In the dirt for us to choke on

I will not become a lifeless glutton like you
And that's how you'll die
Hanging on every word
Trained to stand in line
Slaughtered with the herd

I'll die trying, fighting for my beliefs
To make this world better for all

And that's how you'll die
Hanging on every word
Trained to stand in line
Slaughtered with the herd

I refuse to close my eyes
Refuse to be swallowed by my surroundings
To indulge myself in the poison you call choice
I refuse to be misled into believing
That everything will be alright

The line has been drawn, and you know where I stand
No more lame excuses, take a fucking stand
The line has been drawn, and you know where I stand
No more lame excuses, take a fucking stand

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