These days we're ruled by our apathetic tendencies to turn our cheeks and hide

Believe in something

Because we don't believe in anything

We don't question why we're sensitized

Who's soul's for sale

Not ours!

I call out to the wounded and demoralized

Whose resolve still runs high

Rise up

Fight back

Decide to win back youthful pride for us

Give me a cause worth fighting for

Because I'm sick of our abstention from addressing blatant lies

The costs seem high

Oppressed we rise

We hold such truths sacred, indoctrinated without change

And all these thoughts of you remain