I tread this line Do I become a muse and pantomime The one to fuel this grand vexation My soul divides Do I Lay back and wade in asinine Abject consent to great frustrations We are the ones, we are the ones who crawl But now its time that we revolt against lies With our tongues cut out we recall A sacred flare of defiance Must I contrive Revive A fervent ethos long deprived This will surviving dark and lonely roads Capitulate in blood atoned, must I relent Lost in resistance for I am my own We are the ones, we are the ones who crawl But now its time that we revolt against lies With our tongues cut out we recall A sacred flare of defiance With crisis abound off our lips it resounds I'm not yours We are the ones, we are the ones who crawl But now its time that we revolt against lies With our tongues cut out we recall A sacred flare of defiance We are the ones crawl, a sacred flare of defiance With crisis abound off our lips it resounds I'm not yours