caught in a crossfire of violence and hate   Leaders are born from what remains in the wake of   Social and political unrest   We find ourselves among the ranks of the opressed      How can we walk with our head held high?   Run by the system till the day we die   As the machines manipulate our world   Down with the authors of executive control      Independence, liberty   System of society will no longer succeed   Revolution, insurgency   We cannont compromise our individuality      There's something in the way   There's something in the way we think   And we dont know, we dont care      No sign of victory is in our sights   But the strength to rise above is in our minds   The towers fall as we wage our war   againts the robots of executive conrol      Independence, liberty   Too many leaders. Too many clones   Revolution, insurgency   Too many outcasts. Too many fools