It was not because I was born a rebel. I was coerced to trespass"
"The belief that we are living in an orderly Universe,
That nothing happened to this Earth and other planets since the beginning,
That nothing will happen 'till the end, is a wishful thinking that fills the textbooks
And your textbooks are still of Victorian vintage."
Why do we call for a sun's rise?
When the raining of fire will atone
Born on the floor, it's our birthright
Facing the spires of control
The belfry calls out to our fathers
To lead us all down to our knees
Silence is bred with conversation
The chimes ring out our defeat
(You know that we try hard)
God dares, waits, oh!
My fate wakes, oh!
"Birth Rites By Torchlight" as written by Joel Munguia Reynolds Dana William Filloon
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