Rebellion (Instrumental)

I've seen the blood I've seen the broken The lost and the sights unseen I want a flood I want an ocean To wash my confusion clean I can't resolve this empty story I can't repair the damage done We are the fortunate ones Who've never faced oppression's gun We are the fortunate ones Imitations of rebellion We act it out We wear the colors Confined by the things we own We're not without We're like each other Pretending we're here alone And far away, they burn their buildings Right in the face of the damage done We are the fortunate ones Who've never faced oppression's gun We are the fortunate ones Imitations of rebellion Rebellion, rebellion We lost before the start Rebellion, rebellion One by one we fall apart We are the fortunate ones Who've never faced oppression's gun We are the fortunate ones Imitations of imitations of... We are the fortunate ones Who've never faced oppression's gun We are the fortunate ones Imitations of rebellion