Born from love and raised to hate
We are the human race
And we keep searching for where we belong
Convinced we don't at all
Just impostors in a life we've stolen
Running from the names they're calling
Fallen, fallen!
We won't lay down and die
Stand up, keep your head held high
Fallen, fallen!
Vive le revolution
All will be justified
Fallen, fallen!
We wont lay down and die
Stand up, keep your head held high
Fallen, fallen!
We're the realization, of a manufactured trend
Born and bread commodity, we labor just to spend
'Cause we're infected by the obsolete
And driven by our greed
Now we're drowning in this first world problem
Despite our best attempt to stall them
Fallen, fallen!
We won't lay down and die
Stand up, keep your head held high
Fallen, fallen!
Vive le revolution
All will be justified
Fallen, fallen!
We wont lay down and die
Stand up, keep your head held high
Fallen, fallen!
Against this reckless revelry, we shall not despair
Against this reckless revelry
No longer take the strain as their
Pushing us closer to fall
Fallen, fallen!
We won't lay down and die
Stand up, keep your head held high
Fallen, fallen!
Vive le revolution
All will be justified
Fallen, fallen!
We wont lay down and die
Stand up, keep your head held high
Fallen, fallen!
Fallen, fallen!
Fallen, fallen!
Fallen, fallen!
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