The Rebels, by Matthew Tochman

Did you even feel it when the blood began to splatter?
are you choking back words that never even mattered?
the sin of your generations,
Has polluted all the nations,

The sovereigns have come undone,

And the moon now burns the sun,
Do you feel compelled to save them,
(from the damage that you've made)
or will you break them like a stem?

Have you had a change of heart?

or did you plan this from the start?
The crowds began to see,
they were never free,

History was our guide,

We will never hide,
From the consequence of our action,
The plunder we will ration,

It’s not our job to save,

A world half in the grave,
We all have seen revolt,
Blazing like thunder-bolts,

Our trials are our own,

The path has never shown,
The secrets they kept hid,
Now the masses have a bid.

The battle’s always fierce,

The bullets they don’t pierce,
A heart made of stone,
Or the knowledge that we own,

Had you seen this coming,

The villians were so cunning,
They have all been gunned down,
As if they wore a sacred crown.

There was nothing we could do,

To save all but you,
are you scared to think,
We’re balanced on the brink?

 (Chorus)

Consider all you know,

And let the fire grow,
Let it burn out you soul,
Just to make you whole.