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I cannot endorse

Things are getting worse

I will show the way

I'll protect and strike with force



Those who need a hand

Ripped off their land

We have to amend

We all have to make a stand



Can't you feel the pain

Mysery and hate

Irony of fate

trust me we are not too late



Sickness has a cure

Deep inside your soul

You'll hear a voice



A muse that calls you

Oh it recalls you

To reach for those who need

to plant a seed Of love



We don't need heroes

We are the heroes

ignite a spark

Within your heart

enlight the dark



How long

Shall you

Play the blind again

Witness crime and turn your back



Karma

Chase them

you can try to hide

Every crime will have price