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


And far away, they burn their buildings
Right in the face of the damage done


We are the fortunate ones
Who've never faced oppression's gun

We are the fortunate ones
Imitations of rebellion


Rebellion, rebellion
We lost before the start
Rebellion, rebellion

One by one we fall apart

We are the fortunate ones

Who've never faced oppression's gun
We are the fortunate ones
Imitations of imitations of...

We are the fortunate ones
Who've never faced oppression's gun
We are the fortunate ones

Imitations of rebellion