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Resist; confrom, broken down, joining the norm We're not sheeps of the lord, and we must Rise up and take back what's ours Writhing, seething, crawling And for what? Our rights are withheld We're fuckin' lost, authority kept at all cost Bitter end, destroy the message they send Martyrs plea, can't silence me Held down, sedated Blood red, coagulated As your dreams sour, we'll rise up and take back what's ours From Letras Mania