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Sentinel (Moderato Sostenuto) - text

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.
Quell the rage that deeply seethes; the extremes of these devotions.
Dismantle the 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.

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 was won?
On the day, the Storm has just begun, I will still hope.
There are better days to come

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
Harbour that which deeply seethes; temper your devotion
Dismantle the machine; the device of your convictions

I can't accept and won't concede that this is who we are.
The causes that are seized and disguised as greater notions.

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