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 wash my confusion clean I can't resolve this empty story I can't repair the damage done we are the fortunate ones who've never faced oppression's gun we are the fortunate ones imitations of rebellion. We act it out, we wear the colors confined by the things we own, we're not without, we're like each other pretending we're here alone