Somewhere overhead, distant thunder rolls
The revolution has begun, the war to end all wars
As I [bad word] death, I hear the battle-cry
Bullets fall like fire raining from the sky

The rebel in us all, something(?) it’s tired of being pushed around
Like freedom has a price, the cost is buried in the ground.

We suffered far too long; we gather now, growing stronger
We will not be ignored anymore, any longer
Our ____ will guide us

Rise up, be counted, stand strong and unite
Wait for the outcry, resistance is calling tonight

Far too many years of chaos and unrest
Far too many voices [bad word] suppressed
We fight for what is just, for all that we believe
We fight for death or glory; fight to be set free

The streets are paved in blood, time to step down and time to walk away
You’ll [bad word] me now, though you may stand upon my grave
 [bad word] break]

You can look the other way, or you can face the light
Although it seems so far away, freedom’s worth the fight

Rise up, be counted, stand strong and unite
Wait for the outcry, resistance is calling
Rise up, be counted, stand strong and unite
Wait for the outcry, resistance is calling tonight

The world watches on, while you risk our lives
Locked in a kingdom of fear as our children die