Burn the Rotten Maps

We rise from silence, hearts in flame No more the masters, no more the game They built their walls, laws and voices Blind our eyes, but every chain They forged and steal, we shatter now With what we feel Break the hold, tear it down Play the sky, play the ground No more kneeling, no more fear The hour's come, the change is here They sold our futures, to cold To keep us quiet born and sold Yet in the dark we learn to fight We light the fuse and own the light Break the hold, tear it down Play the sky, play the ground No more kneeling, no more fear The hour's come, the change is here We rise from silence, hearts in flame No more kneeling, no more fear The hour's come, the change is here Break the hold, tear it down Play the sky, play the ground No more kneeling, no more fear The hour's come, the change is here Break the hold, tear it down Play the sky, play the ground No more kneeling, no more fear The hour's come, the change is here Break the hold, tear it down Break the hold, tear it down Break the hold, tear it down Break the hold, tear it down Break the hold, tear it down Break the hold, tear it down Break the hold, tear it down Break the hold, tear it down Break the hold, tear it down Break the hold, tear it down Break the hold, tear it down Break the hold, tear it down Break the hold, tear it down Break the hold, tear it down Break the hold, tear it down