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Can we say that we are free?
Our hands are bound and voices silent
I'm sure it's not a dream
I am awake
My eyes are open
I can't accept and won't concede;
in aftermath we find redemption
The causes that are seized and disguised as revolution

Quell the rage that deeply seethes;
the extremes of these devotions
Dismantle the Machine;
the device of their creation

I can't accept and won't concede;
that this is who we are,
the conflict that is seized and disguised as greater notions

To the songs that sing of glory and the brave,
are we dreaming there are better days to come?
When will the banners and the victory parades
celebrate the Day a better world was won?
On the day, the Storm has just begun, I will still hope
There are better days to come

In the face of what I say
my words would turn to anger
Malevolence in need cannot provide direction
I won't accept this thought;
that this is who we are
Positions never change
Losing all forward motion

Harbour that which deeply seethes
Temper your devotion
Dismantle the machine;
the device of your convictions

I can't accept and won't concede;
that this is who we are,
the conflict that is seized and disguised as greater notions

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