Whispers rise like smoke at dawn

In the quiet they’re never gone

A thousand tongues with fire bent

They chorus loud this discontent

From the cracks where shadows dwell

The rebels stir

The silence fell

No chains can hold what we invent

We are the voices of dissent

We won't bow

We won't retreat

We'll burn the path beneath our feet

With every scream

Every lament

We speak as one

The discontent

They tried to tether every thought

But freedom's price cannot be bought

Fists in the air

No knees will bend

Hear the voices of dissent

Streetlights flicker

But hearts won’t fade

In the depths

A roar is made

We rise from ruins

We circumvent

Forever raging

Voices of dissent

We won't bow

We won't retreat

We'll burn the path beneath our feet

With every scream

Every lament

We speak as one

The discontent

Have you ever felt like the same old problems keep resurfacing, no matter how much we hope for change? In today's world, it seems like the same people are still running the show.

Have you ever felt like the same old problems keep resurfacing, no matter how much we hope for change? In today's world, it seems like the same people are still running the show.