March of the Resistance - John Williams & London Symphony Orchestra

From the pain that gives you What you should not be taking You fail the outreach A lonely mind subdued The pressure brought upon us Surmounts the suburban ideal Defences broken down What can we do? Where do we go from here on out When will the outside match what's burning inside We're forced to be, to not be seen We're forced to be the players in someone else's game Don't let what the other's say Lead you from what no one can Be the path and do not fail Don't bend to what anyone says Or take away from what you are Be the path, be the path of fierce resistance Drawn to the underground Far from the expected norm Scorned, lost and indecisive What can we do? Where do we go from here on out We're stuck in someone else's game Don't let what the other's say Lead you from what no one can Be the path and do not fail Don't bend to what anyone says Or take away from what you are Be the path, be the path of fierce resistance We are merely players Performers and portrayers We're forced to be, to not be seen We're forced to be the players in someone else's game Don't let what the other's say Lead you from what no one can Be the path and do not fail Don't bend to what anyone says Or take away from what you are Be the path, be the path of fierce resistance

Tied to my desk After seven years of convenience I think that I've finally felt I think that I've found myself I think that I've been sold out Working for a madhouse Quick doc. put on your smock His heart has stopped, his jaw's locked He's fallen from his penthouse home His nerves have exploded When I finally got there It looks as though they beat me here It had been overlooked Not quite like in a book I think I've been sold out Working for a madhouse