| We are disorder
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| But we are the forces of peace
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| We are the healers
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| But we are your lethal disease
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| We are not puppets nor intrudors
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| We’re the children you have born from the womb of your rule
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| You fed us up with a truth
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| That was even worse than the lies
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| You put the rations on shortage
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| While you‘re commanding your boundless desires
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| Solemn, definite and parental you deliver your sermons
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| Your mouth spills mercy on end
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| But your bloodstained hands give us vermin
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| You cannot understand us
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| Because you don‘t understand yourself
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| We have decided to let go of our fear
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| For can we even remember how long it locked us in here?
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| We are no longer afraid of your vengeance
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| It is just a symbol of your misunderstanding us
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| We’re not the intrudors
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| We are flesh from your flesh
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| We are disorder
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| But we are the forces of peace
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| We are the healers
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| But we are your lethal disease
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| Go
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| This is not a treachery
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| This is a revolution
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| This ain’t an intrigue
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| We just end your seclusion
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| Allign — this is a time of reprieve
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| There’s more to this than we were taught to believe
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| In our conceit
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| We’re not the intrudors
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| We are the children from your womb
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| Dispossessing the rulers
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| And their machinations of doom
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| There is no company
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| Between your and our destiny
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| Your calculus and reason are insanity
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| You have the countenance of an enemy
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| You can‘t understand us
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| You‘re misunderstanding us
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| Because you don’t understand yourself
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| We are here to receive your resignment
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| You’ll see the truth when your struggle is lost
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| In between privation and wealth
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| You do not understand yourself
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| Because you do not understand us
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| You’ll see the truth when your struggle is lost
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| This is not a treachery
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| This is a revolution
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| This ain’t an intrigue
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| We just end your seclusion
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| Allign — this is a time of reprieve
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| There’s more to this than we were taught to believe
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| Those who do not move will have forgotten their chains
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| And take their discontent into their graves
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| Into their graves |