I've seen the blood, I've seen the broken, The lost and the sights unseen
I want a flood, I want an ocean to wash my confusion clean
I can’t resolve this empty story, I can’t repair the damage done

We are the fortunate ones, we’ve never faced oppression’s gun
We are the fortunate ones, imitations of rebellion
 
We acted out, we wear the colours defined by the things we own
We’ve not without, we’re like each other, pretending we’re here alone
And far away they burn their buildings, right in the face of the damage done

We are the fortunate ones, who’ve never faced oppression’s gun
We are the fortunate ones, imitations of rebellion
 
Rebellion!
Rebellion!
Rebellion!
 
Rebellion! Rebellion! We lost before the start!
Rebellion! Rebellion! One by one, we fall apart!
We fall apart! We fall apart! We fall apart!
 
We are the fortunate ones, who’ve never faced oppression’s gun
We are the fortunate ones, imitations of, imitations of
We are the fortunate ones, who’ve never faced oppression’s gun
We are the fortunate ones, imitations of rebellion!
 
Rebellion!
Rebellion!
Rebellion!