You've gotta feel to let it heal You've gotta love to rise above You've gotta scream like there's a dream In someone's hand, about to crash When it all builds up inside Feel the pain you no longer hide Good morning, you've woken up You are done conforming (You've gotta feel) When your heart starts to realize And your soul starts to fuel your mind Feel the movement, you've had enough Welcome to revolution, oh You've gotta feel to let it heal You've gotta love to rise above You've gotta scream like there's a dream In someone's hand, about to crash You've gotta feel to let it heal You've gotta love to rise above You've gotta scream like there's a dream In someone's hand, about to crash We got a sickness, capitalism Root of our symptoms We been conditioned to think it's the system We gotta fix it Open your eyes, no dent in the system Work just right for the people that built it That's the piece of the puzzle we're missin' The American Dream really twisted "Land of the free" Is what they had written Think about who was holding the pen then This exactly what they had envisioned One percent hold the power position Call us the thug but watch your tradition Drink the blood of the people they killin' "Land of the free" Is what they had written "For the rich" is the end of that sentence Oh, you've gotta feel to let it heal (gotta feel) You've gotta love to rise above You've gotta scream like there's a dream (like there's a dream) In someone's hand, about to crash You've gotta feel to let it heal (gotta feel) You've gotta love to rise above (let it) You've gotta scream like there's a dream In someone's hand, about to crash You've gotta feel Rise above You've chosen love Ooh (ooh), woo, woo Oh, you've gotta feel