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We're so sick to believe that this would ever happen
We're so quick to be the ones that left them
When you're so far away, how could you really know
Hiding behind the class and live for nothing
Running the knife and feel entitled for something

Everyone has got something to say
Everyone wants the world to change
But no one, no one's standing up
No one is fighting the world
When you're someone
Can't you really see that has been broken (broken)

Could you really say you care
Point your fingers
Pull the trigger
It's not your fault how could it ever be
It's not your kill, it could never be clean
Let someone else be the leader now

Everyone has got something to say
Everyone wants the world to change
But no one, no one's standing up
No one is fighting the world
When you're someone
Can't you really see that has been broken (broken)

Our bodies just won't move towards
Would our eyes couldn't say
We are the guilty class
We let this happen
We're too sick to move
We should be ashamed
Not to get a share
We're to sick to move

Everyone has got something to say
Everyone wants the world to change
But no one, no one's standing up
No one is fighting the world
When you're someone
Can't you really see that has been broken (broken)
(We are the guilty ones, we let this happen
We're to sick to move)