If you can hear this, you are the resistance
Burn a candle in your window 'til the wick's end
If you can hear this you're the hope of our mission,
To change the future through the power of resistance
We are born with the ability to change the world,
Every breath is an option to sink or soar.
Born, hands gripped on a broken sword,
Every breath is an option
Privilege is a myth.
Trials are just life,
The number of which,
Before you die,
Equal only the chances you had to try,
Only the chances you had to thrive
So get up!
Get up!
Get up and join us!
Get up and join us!
If you can hear this, you are the resistance
Burn a candle in your window 'til the wick's end
If you can hear this you're the hope of our mission,
To change the future through the power of resistance
If you can hear this, you are the resistance
Burn a candle in your window 'til the wick's end
If you can hear this you're the hope of our mission,
To change the future through the power of resistance
There's no mistake in our design and we need no revision to aspire
Look around, you share the ground with a march of broken swords and tattered helms
Let there be no shine to your armor,
Let it speak of the blows received while standing for honor
Let there be no shine
Let there be no shine
You suck the life from every vein we filled
And lick the blood we spilled
You sold a lie with your alluring guise
Your words fell dead, now your festered breath's so defined you cannot hide
If you can hear this, you are the resistance
Burn a candle in your window 'til the wick's end
If you can hear this you're the hope of our mission,
To change the future through the power of resistance
If you can hear this, you are the resistance
Burn a candle in your window 'til the wick's end
If you can hear this you're the hope of our mission,
To change the future through the power of resistance
