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We are precious stones in the river

 Being worn away.

 The tidal wave of life cuts us like a knife and shapes our future path,

 On which we must stay.

 We're rising, we're rising again.

 We live in a dream state but beneath this toughened skin,

 Embers burn.

 We're rising, we're rising again.

 Face the facts, we've got nothing to lose

 Walking like the dead while we're dead in our shoes.

 Given any choice are you ready to choose?

 You take it lying down or you're blowing a fuse.

 We are mindless souls driven by hands we cannot see,

 We're out of control.

 We're rising, we're rising again.

 We live in a dream state but beneath this toughened skin,

 Embers burn.

 We're rising, we're rising

 Rising, we're rising..

 Again, and again, and again...