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Rise up and rebel, rebel for your children,
rebel for the hell, that is coming to kill them,
rebel for your mothers, your fathers, grandparents,
for your sisters and brothers, for paupers and peasants.

Rise up and rebel, for the modern day slaves,
for the el-, derly pensioners forced to dig their own graves,
for the missing children, for their lost adolescence,
for the secrets still hidden, for our antidepressants.

Rise up and rebel, for lost dreams and ambitions,
for those falling or fell, to the bottomless system,
rebel for your past, rebel for their futures,
for the data amassed on govern-mental computers.

Rise up and rebel, for the times that you’ve struggled,
rise up and do tell, of pain and sorrow redoubled,
purposely pummeled, of a world befuddled,
of a clown-run-circus, where we’re constantly juggled.

Rise up and rebel, start it over again,
make it fair and repel, those bastards that ken,
where misery dwells, hoping that it extends,
the only rightful revenge? Cut off their heads.

So, rise up and rebel, rise up and rebel,
rise up and rebel, and give them back hell.

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