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
Who've never faced oppression's gun
We are the fortunate ones
Imitations of rebellion
We act it out, we wear the colors
Defined by the things we own
We're 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!
