Simply because you can breathe,
Doesn't mean you're alive
Or that you really live.
This life has taken it's toll,
She just doesn't know
How much more she can give

But here, at the top of the world, 
Where I raise my hands and I clench my fists,
They stand before me below, 
Demanding the answers with flips of a switch

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I don't understand 
Where you got this idea,
So deeply engrained in your head
(that this world) is something that you must impress,
Cause I couldn't care less

need for revolution's rising,
 [bad word] to the surface gasping for air
We're not putting up with this planet
One more day, much less one more year!

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So here and now, in our rotting nation
The blood, it pours all on our hands now
We live in fear of our own potential
To win, to lose, all on our hands now

And I have an American Dream,
But it involves black masks and gasoline
One day i'll turn 
These thoughts into screams
At a world that turned its back down on me

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