Standard (EADGBE)

Verse 1

Can we say that we are free,

our hands are bound and voices silent.

I’m sure it's not a dream,

I am awake, my eyes are open.

I can’t accept and won’t concede

in aftermath we find redemption.

The causes that are seized,

and disguised as revolution.

Verse 2

Quell the rage that deeply seethes

the extremes of these devotions.

Dismantle a machine,

the device of their creation.

I can’t accept and won’t concede

that this is who we are.

The conflict that is seized

and disguised as greater notions.

Chorus

To the songs that sing of glory and the brave

Are we dreaming there are better days to come?

When will the banners and the victory parades

celebrate the day a better world is won?

On the day the storm has just begun

I will still hope there are better days to come.

Verse 3

In the face of what I say

my words would turn to anger.

Malevolence in need

cannot provide direction.

I won’t accept this thought

that this is who we are.

Positions never change,

losing all forward motion.

Verse 4

Hamper that which deeply seethes,

temper your devotion.

Dismantle the machine,

the device of you conviction.

Can’t accept and won’t concede

that this is who we are.

The conflict that is seized

and disguised as greater notions.

Chorus

To the songs that sing of glory and the brave

Are we dreaming there are better days to come?

When will the banners and the victory parades

celebrate the day a better world is won?

To the songs that sing of glory and the brave

Are we dreaming there are better days to come?

When will the banners and the victory parades

celebrate the day a better world is won?

On the day

the storm has just begun

I will still hope

there are better days to come.

On the day

the storm has just begun

I will still hope

there are better days to come.