I've seen the blood, I've seen the broken The lost and the sights unseen I want a flood, I want an ocean To wash my confusion clean I can't resolve this empty story I can't repair the damage done
We are the fortunate ones who've never faced oppression's gun We are the fortunate ones, imitations of rebellion
We acted out, we wear the colors Confinded by the things we own We're not without, we're like each other Pretending we're here alone And far away they burn their buildings Right at the face of the damage done
We are the fortunate ones who've never faced oppression's gun We are the fortunate ones, imitations of rebellion
Rebellion Rebellion We lost before the start Rebellion Rebellion One by one we fall apart We fall apart We fall apart We fall apart
We are the fortunate ones who've never faced oppression's gun We are the fortunate ones, imitations of, imitations of We are the fortunate ones who've never faced oppression's gun We are the fortunate ones, imitations of rebellion