I've seen the blood
I've seen the broken
The lost and the sights unseen
I want a flood
I want an ocean to walk my confusion clean
I can resolve this empty story
I can repair the damage done on
We are the fortunate ones
Who've never faced oppressions gone
We are the fortunate ones
Imitations of rebellion
We acted out
We wear the colors defined by the things we own
We're not without
We're like each other pretending we're here alone
And far away they burn their buildings
Right in the face of the damage done
We are the fortunate ones
Who've never faced oppression's gun
We are the fortunate ones
Imitations of rebel