The rise

If you can hear this, you are the resistance
Burn a candle in your window 'til the wick's end
If you can her this you're the hope of our mission
To change the future through the power of resistance

We are born with the ability to change the world
Every breath is an option to sink or soar
Born, hands gripped on a broken sword
Every breath is an option

Privilege is a myth
Trials are just life
The number of which, before you die
Equal only the chances you had to try
Only the chances you had to thrive

So get up! Get up! get up and join us!

If you can hear this, you are the resistance
Burn a candle in your window 'til the wick's end
If you can her this you're the hope of our mission
To change the future through the power of resistance

There's no mistake in our design and we need no revision to aspire
Look around, you share the ground with a march of broken swords and tattered helms

Let there be no shine to your armor
Let it speak of the blows received while standing for honor
Let there be no shine
Let there be no shine

You suck the life of every vein we filled and lick the blood we spilled
You sold a lie with your alluring guise
You words fell dead
Now you feasted breath's so defined you cannot hide

If you can hear this, you are the resistance
Burn a candle in your window 'til the wick's end
If you can her this you're the hope of our mission
To change the future through the power of resistance