We come as
Puppets dangling from
The bitter hands of fate
Losing control
Of the changes that change us
But the tide we ride
Helplessly
Going where it goes
The dungeon is dark
Where it hides us
From morning
And it's welcoming light
Lawlessness and violence
Become a silent tongue
As we speak out and
Become the moral anthem
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