My
eyes well up.
My chest gets tight.
I will not give up
without a fight.
I
know they think
that they have won
but they don't know
it's just begun.
For
now I know
what they have done,
and Jesus Christ,
they'd better run.
I'll
live my memories
and I'll get well
and they, those bastards,
will rot in hell.
They
prey on young
who have no choice
but, as we grow,
we find our voice.
Our
numbers grow
and we will tell
what they have done
and we'll get well.
We'll
band together
and we are strong.
We had to be
to get along.
And
we will fight
and we will win
and no longer
will they grin
and
laugh at us
and hurt us so.
We will win.
We'll make them go.
They
played it out
as if a game
while we will never
be the same.
But
no more secrets
no more lies.
We see right through
their big disguise.
And
they're not strong.
They're really weak
Look close. You'll see
their yellow streak.
They
hide behind
their secret wall
Now we can see
And we can call
them
on their lies
and their abuse
and let them know
we have no use
for
who they are
and what they do
And win, we will
because it's true
their
evil ways
need have no place
nor be a part
of this human race.
