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They told you the streets were yours
They sold you the mask of the martyr
You see the hero in the concrete glow
A silhouette against the status quo
They print his face on a magazine
Sell the rage of the forgotten teen
Raise your fist, they love the photograph
A pretty pose for the epitaph
But the system's tighter than it's ever been
It lets you shout, but it pulls the pin
They teach the child to recite the spark
While they keep the revolution dark
You think you're standing on the final line?
They've already reprogrammed your mind
Say you're the voice of the voiceless crowd!
Say you're the fire, say you're the loud!
But the screens are bleeding your anger dry
They let you rebel just to quantify
You're an ant in a jar, a temporary scar
They broadcast your fight from a distant star
Oh, the anthem for the small is a lullaby
The martyr's crown is a hollow prize
Bought with the tears in your mother's eyes
They gave you metrics to measure your pain
A slot machine where you lose again
You scream for justice, they sell you a brand
A t-shirt slogan held in your hand
The revolution is a product now
Take a bow, take a bow
They teach the child to recite the spark
While they keep the revolution dark
You think you're breaking through the concrete wall?
You're just a puppet in a silent fall
Say you're the voice of the voiceless crowd!
Say you're the fire, say you're the loud!
But the screens are bleeding your anger dry
They let you rebel just to quantify
You're an ant in a jar, a temporary scar
They broadcast your fight from a distant star
Oh, the anthem for the small is a lullaby
They studied your rage in a lab
They know every switch that you grab
They let you type out your demands
But pull the strings with unseen hands
There is no David, no Goliath
Just a quiet glitch, a compliant riot
So smash the mirror, kill the screen
See the monster that you've been
It's not outside, it's in your head
The revolution's been born and dead
Say you're the voice of the voiceless crowd!
Say it louder!
Say you're the fire, say you're the loud!
You're just a cloud!
But the static eats your battle cry
You're a puppet with your strings held high!
You're an ant in a jar, a temporary scar
They broadcast your fight from a distant star
Anthem for the small
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