Reclaiming thrones, our generation's pride. Sits a conformist ploy to strip what burns inside. And our bodies yearn to live life endlessly. So now we rise, we rise in mutiny.
Stand up, we'll be more than kings. Show no mercy when the gates swing. I've said it before but without accepting that my body. Was the only thing keeping me from living.
Do you mean to challenge me?. 'Cause your speech is threatening. To the writer of your history. Through a future perverted by envy. . Your whisper may sway the weak.