We're living a silent violence
Locked on everyone else's frustrations
Afraid of climbing our own mountains
We find peace in this violation
We can't breath pure air
It stinks everywhere
It's pathetic when they ask "why the rebellion?"
They generate the anger
And expect us to bow down
You think that what you've seen on the tv
Won't happen to you or to me
Has been happening since you've given in
The voices echoing in your brain
Tell you to walk away
Let yourself get lost in the crowd
Nothing will ever change anyway
But you wanna sculpt your own path
Find the needed tools
Get out of this wicked game
Don't let them know your name!
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