We are going to run all over this town.
We will tear up all this holy ground.
Raise your glass for another round.
Toast to the dead and drink for the drowned.
You will feel our thunder and hear our sound.
If we’re in for the penny, then we’re in for the pound.
We don’t need a reason to raise hands and throw down.
You’ve left us nothing to feel proud.
We’ll make up our own reasons to be loud.
The love of our parents stolen away by cruelty’s shroud.
We struggle to make our voices heard over the crowd
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You tell us Hope is just a fragile thing.
Yet the Hope I know is the champion of the ring.
The blood you smear in her eye won’t stop the fighting.
No matter the danger, we’ll never stop trying.
I know we’ll never change the world.
Hope is just a stubborn little girl.
Most believe she is an angel.
I made a deal with Hope the devil.
No one seems to know.
We’ve paid for your evil with our souls.
With our every death, the bell will toll.
We’ve forgotten the difference between wrong and right.
We’re just hungry and starved and itching for a fight.
Trying to kill the darkness who smothered the light.
We’ll claim our freedom.
We will rule our own kingdom.
This holy earth is our sanctum.
You think you can keep us down.
Watch as Hope raises her hands for another round.
Because it looks like you and I will have to throw down.
Drenched in the blood of our ancestors.
Each grave is a burden carried on by survivors.
Yet I don’t seem to have time for my sorrow.
Not when I have to fight for our tomorrow.
Every day, I wish I had the strength to cry.
Everywhere I turn, my friends seem to disappear and die.
I have no choice but to keep my eyes dry.
I always tell myself that lie.
It makes it easier to get by.
To live in a world I defy.
I refuse to die a broken man.
I will live to love again.
I live now only to fight for me and mine.
Making sure we don’t fall prey to the design.
Ignoring the falsehoods of the self-proclaimed divine.
Living by the grace of luck and Hope combined.
Knowing we are forever confined.
We can never leave this town.
A prison where we’ll never break out.
Only we can help us now.
From the ashes we’ll forge our own crown.
Our throats are raw from screaming.
Our hearts are tired of dreaming.
We have broken free from the chains of your scheming.
Sins cannot be forgiven and no one is worth redeeming.
We can’t climb these walls in the dark.
Even if you can’t see it we’ll make our mark.
You can claim you’ve backed the right horse.
You can say you’ll stay your course.
Even as you cheat and break the rule you enforce.
You call yourself a god.
Waving around your ruler’s rod.
I say you’re a tyrant and a fraud.
My kind and I will rule this town.
We will take back our sacred ground.
Pick ourselves to fight another round.
Running out of breath, we refuse to drown.
The bells of war will toll and sound.
The same song rings in my chest as our hearts start to pound.
Hope has yet to let me down.