caught in a crossfire of violence and hate
Leaders are born from what remains in the wake of
Social and political unrest
We find ourselves among the ranks of the opressed

How can we walk with our head held high?
Run by the system till the day we die
As the machines manipulate our world
Down with the authors of executive control

Independence, liberty
System of society will no longer succeed
Revolution, insurgency
We cannont compromise our individuality

There's something in the way
There's something in the way we think
And we dont know, we dont care

No sign of victory is in our sights
But the strength to rise above is in our minds
The towers fall as we wage our war
againts the robots of executive conrol

Independence, liberty
Too many leaders. Too many clones
Revolution, insurgency
Too many outcasts. Too many fools