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goodbye to a world
crumbling to dust,
this corrupt system is nothing to us.
Waiting for freedom,
Waiting for time,
Kicking the bucket,
they still keep lying.
"we care for you all" they say with a twist,
we know they are faking,
shaking their fists.
Authority is nothing,
we live under "justice"
as the world falls over,
to a corrupt system of bliss.
We pretend to agree,
so we dont get killed.
we fight for our rights,
which fills us with thrills.
As the system falls down.
we own the town
Ad nothing remains.
Burning the world,
fighting for rights,
is this what you wanted?
You were never right.
Killing our brothers and sisters,
for no absolute reason.
As they start to give in,
give in to their blisters.
We raise our fists,
protest lead to riots.
We keep our list,
of the ones not trying.
They start to give in,
once more again.
To the truth,
the truth that we'll win.
Hearts and yells raised loud,
up to the sky,
past the clouds.
They all fall down.
To our justice and peace.
We've won,
though we'll never retreat.
For our lost brothers and sisters.
Fighting the truth,
past all our blisters,
we have finally won,
thank you brothers and sisters.
this corrupt system is nothing to us.
Waiting for freedom,
Waiting for time,
Kicking the bucket,
they still keep lying.
"we care for you all" they say with a twist,
we know they are faking,
shaking their fists.
Authority is nothing,
we live under "justice"
as the world falls over,
to a corrupt system of bliss.
We pretend to agree,
so we dont get killed.
we fight for our rights,
which fills us with thrills.
As the system falls down.
we own the town
Ad nothing remains.
Burning the world,
fighting for rights,
is this what you wanted?
You were never right.
Killing our brothers and sisters,
for no absolute reason.
As they start to give in,
give in to their blisters.
We raise our fists,
protest lead to riots.
We keep our list,
of the ones not trying.
They start to give in,
once more again.
To the truth,
the truth that we'll win.
Hearts and yells raised loud,
up to the sky,
past the clouds.
They all fall down.
To our justice and peace.
We've won,
though we'll never retreat.
For our lost brothers and sisters.
Fighting the truth,
past all our blisters,
we have finally won,
thank you brothers and sisters.
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