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The power's a weapon in tyrants' hands

They unsheathe the knife

We look for our future but from wrong side

Controlled, terrorized

Fall of pride, loss of might

Hold up your hands to stay alive

Evils arise, your own will dies

For (the) sins of our nation, cry

Like sheeps in a fence, dopey on TV

Clown's fake smiles and tears

By mercification of pain and awe

We're screws of their gears

Fall of pride, loss of might

Hold up your hands to stay alive

Evils arise, your own will dies

For (the) sins of our nation, cry

Don't put down your weapons, be first in line

Be spark of all fires

Danger is the key, fear of all their fears

Pure will to survive

Fall of pride, loss of might

Hold up your hands to stay alive

Evils arise, your own will dies

For (the) sins of our nation, cry