We are location for religion to start

We are beliefs to end

We are rules to break

We are tears for the atlantic

We are the middle to the end

We are brown grass and black smoke under big buildings

We are oil to end soil of living

We are not the option

We are the choice

We are the beginning of a golden world so far gone

We are our own blood to cry on

We are the meal on a table for ten and beyond

We are war after war

We are history forever to be

We are history for the world to see

We are revolution after revolution

We are the change of democracy

We are the fights we’re fighting

We are the underdogs looking over civilization and blood to cry upon

We are the melody longer than film not to yawn

We are the love for the cities bombed down and gone