Mighty
The revolution is no longer a dream
As we watch it stream
Live on the TV and internet
The sun of tyranny is beginning to set
Get out of your bed
The idea is no longer in your head
Shout out with might
The rising fight
The shackles are squeezing my wrists
As I shuffle the righteous bodies of the deceased
And just four hours later, I join the corpses
And I join my brothers
As the physical reunites with the earth
And the spiritual meets the Lord
But the roaring of the jets
Is not as loud as the resistance they've met
The bullets of fear
Not as powerful as a single tear
As our hearts push, endure, sacrifice, and continue beating
The nation's heart beats with you
As we finally awake from the nightmare we were forced to endure
And the beating heart shakes the lunatic's throne
As he is pushed into the corner of the mess he's thrown
Your time is numbered, it is in writing
As our determination is charged by lightning
We will continue fighting
Awaiting our final rule, so mighty
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