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Now what's left of our so-called revolution? Never more following the glorified policy of needless waste By adding fuel to the fire - will we ever brave that storm? A new aeon rises We are here to stay May my voice be the storm.. We are the storm Unceasing acts of excess forced mankind to creep into the depths Now what's left of our so-called revolution? We are no longer - obedient slaves We are no longer - needless waste What are we now? We are the change! A new aeon rises We are here to stay May my voice be the storm.. We are the storm Does it hurt see your bridges burn? We're the storm before the final calm... We are the storm! May my voice be the storm.. We are the storm! From Letras Mania