Movement

Honest men become the face for illusion When living in this world Liars with a hurtful devotion And we need a motion to cast them out Cast them out hear the sound (We are) bringing down towers, crowns (rise up) We don't need the answer just the will to fight the cancer They wrote it in our books And shoved it down our throats We were not meant to be born free We were meant to be brave Failures by their design Watered down emotions Fit open hearts of counterfeit Why are we supposed to pay For the brother, the sister, the father The mother who slaves away To make it through the day? They wrote it in our books And shoved it down our throats We were not meant to be born free We were meant to be brave Oh you can see it on their faces The open callous for the ones who pay their fate When living comfortably replaces The dedication that will strengthen hope Oh you can see it on their faces The open callous for the ones who pay their fate When pressure rises up to hatred We are the voices that shake their bones Can you feel it? We are the sons and daughters of a voice Can you feel it? We are the sons and daughters Bow down to the voice of movement Bow down, we are the voice of movement We were not meant to be born free We were meant to be brave