They try to tell us now, that the weak cannot become strong.
They try to sell us out, but we won't be here for far too long.
And it was written in the sky as an omen.
Like a lion's voice arising and it's roaring.
But they bussy being blind to the
Size, to see what lies before their eyes.
It was written in the sky as an omen.
Like a lion's voice arising and it's roaring.
But they bussy being blind to the
Size, to see what lies before their eyes.
Saying that we're rebels and we're rogues to the
Cause, 'cos we gather in a message on the floor.
And while they stand in fear to the side
Of the stage, we turn this place into a rave.
Saying that we're rebels and we're rogues to the
Cause, 'cos we gather in a message on the floor.
So while they stand in fear to the side of
The stage, we turn this place into a rave.
What are you afraid of?
Weak becoming strong tonight.
What are you afraid of?
It was written in the sky, sky, sky.
Sky, sky, sky.
They try to tell us now, that the weak cannot become strong.
But it was written in the sky as an omen.
Like a lion's voice arising and it's roaring.
But they bussy being blind to the
Size, to see what lies before their eyes.
It was written in the sky as an omen.
Like a lion's voice arising and it's roaring.
But they bussy being blind to the
Size, to see what lies before their eyes.
Saying that we're rebels and we're rogues to the
Cause, 'cos we gather in a message on the floor.
So while they stand in fear to the side of
The stage, we turn this place into a rave.
Saying that we're rebels and we're rogues to the
Cause, 'cos we gather in a message on the floor.
So while they stand in fear to the side of
The stage, we turn this place into a rave.
You're a rebel!
And we're rogues.
Turning up now.
You're a rebel!
And we're rogues!
Turn this place into a rave.