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(Chapter One: I rise) through this hell that I call hope But everything is blurry now, it's distorted now Just like the times we hate, we love to change, rearrange We'll sing the Revolution into your homes We're victims of headphones This apathetic misery It's an anomaly and it's destroying me (Chapter Two: Widespread denial) This burden's got our back And now it's time to take a stand, to make demands The ones who write our books: they're the ones who win, who sin We'll sing the Revolution into your homes We're victims of headphones This apathetic misery It's an anomaly and it's destroying me (December, 1980) That's how I won the war Or was it just a battle scene that was blinding me? We'll sing the Revolution into your homes With weapons of headphones This apathetic misery It's an anomaly and it's destroying me (Thanks to jonas bizzo for these lyrics) From Letras Mania