I tread this line
Do I become a muse and pantomime
The one to fuel this grand vexation
My soul divides
Do I Lay back and wade in asinine
Abject consent to great frustrations

We are the ones, we are the ones who crawl
But now its time that we revolt against lies
With our tongues cut out we recall
A sacred flare of defiance

Must I contrive
Revive A fervent ethos long deprived
This will surviving dark and lonely roads
Capitulate in blood atoned, must I relent
Lost in resistance for
I am my own

We are the ones, we are the ones who crawl
But now its time that we revolt against lies
With our tongues cut out we recall
A sacred flare of defiance

With crisis abound off our lips it resounds
I'm not yours

We are the ones, we are the ones who crawl
But now its time that we revolt against lies
With our tongues cut out we recall
A sacred flare of defiance
We are the ones crawl, a sacred flare of defiance
With crisis abound off our lips it resounds
I'm not yours