Verse 1:
[C#m] Can we say that we are f[E]ree,
our hands are b[B]ound and voices [C#m]silent.
Im sure it's not a d[E]ream,
I am a[B]wake, my eyes are [C#m]open.
I cant ac[A]cept and wont con[B]cede
in after[G#m]math we find red[C#m]emption.
The [A]causes that are [B]seized,
and [G#m]disguised as revo[C#m]lution.
Verse 2:
Quell the rage that deeply seethes
the extremes of these devotions.
Dismantle a machine,
the device of their creation.
I cant accept and wont concede
that this is who we are.
The conflict that is seized
and disguised as greater notions.
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Chorus:
To the [E]songs that sing of glory and the b[B]rave
Are we [C#m]dreaming there are better days to [G#m]come?
When will the [E]banners and the victory par[B]ades
celeb[C#m]rate the day a better world is [G#m]won?
[E]On the [B]day the [G#m]storm has just be[C#m]gun
I will still [A]hope there are [B]better days to [E]come.
Verse 3:
In the face of what I say
my words would turn to anger.
Malevolence in need
cannot provide direction.
I wont accept this thought
that this is who we are.
Positions never change,
losing all forward motion.
Verse 4:
Hamper that which deeply seethes,
temper your devotion.
Dismantle the machine,
the device of you conviction.
Cant accept and wont concede
that this is who we are.
The conflict that is seized
and disguised as greater notions.
Chorus:
To the songs that sing of glory and the brave
Are we dreaming there are better days to come?
When will the banners and the victory parades
celebrate the day a better world is won?
To the songs that sing of glory and the brave
Are we dreaming there are better days to come?
When will the banners and the victory parades
celebrate the day a better world is won?
On the day
the storm has just begun
I will still hope
there are better days to come.
On the day
the storm has just begun
I will still hope
there are better days to come.
[C#m] Can we say that we are f[E]ree,
our hands are b[B]ound and voices [C#m]silent.
Im sure it's not a d[E]ream,
I am a[B]wake, my eyes are [C#m]open.
I cant ac[A]cept and wont con[B]cede
in after[G#m]math we find red[C#m]emption.
The [A]causes that are [B]seized,
and [G#m]disguised as revo[C#m]lution.
Verse 2:
Quell the rage that deeply seethes
the extremes of these devotions.
Dismantle a machine,
the device of their creation.
I cant accept and wont concede
that this is who we are.
The conflict that is seized
and disguised as greater notions.
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Chorus:
To the [E]songs that sing of glory and the b[B]rave
Are we [C#m]dreaming there are better days to [G#m]come?
When will the [E]banners and the victory par[B]ades
celeb[C#m]rate the day a better world is [G#m]won?
[E]On the [B]day the [G#m]storm has just be[C#m]gun
I will still [A]hope there are [B]better days to [E]come.
Verse 3:
In the face of what I say
my words would turn to anger.
Malevolence in need
cannot provide direction.
I wont accept this thought
that this is who we are.
Positions never change,
losing all forward motion.
Verse 4:
Hamper that which deeply seethes,
temper your devotion.
Dismantle the machine,
the device of you conviction.
Cant accept and wont concede
that this is who we are.
The conflict that is seized
and disguised as greater notions.
Chorus:
To the songs that sing of glory and the brave
Are we dreaming there are better days to come?
When will the banners and the victory parades
celebrate the day a better world is won?
To the songs that sing of glory and the brave
Are we dreaming there are better days to come?
When will the banners and the victory parades
celebrate the day a better world is won?
On the day
the storm has just begun
I will still hope
there are better days to come.
On the day
the storm has just begun
I will still hope
there are better days to come.
