The Furious Monks - The Malcontents

The Malcontents

We are
the storm they hear
Power shifts,
a people loud
and undeterred

Our voice is truth, every syllable is heard
We break the chains, their grip on us obscured
In their ivory towers, they sit so assured
But the ground swells with our discontent, stirred

Who's scared? Look, check the power file
Elite tremble as the masses get wild
Tyrants quake when our voices compile
Blare it all out, it's our time to rile

Rise up
the people's audio
Crank that
truth up

We the tide that roars, a wave that breaks all lies
The halls echo, our mandate won't be denied
We're the beat of hearts, the march that shakes the skies
And in democracy's name, the tyrants' fear will rise

Watch the thrones as they crumble before the brave
In the streets our spirits rally and rave
Democracy screams, in every breath we take
From slumber we rise, the sleeping giant awake

Shout out, we the megaphone
Blazing our truth,
in every stone

Barricades, we won't comply,
a rally cry in every eye
Shackles break, they can't restrain,
the people's will, a growing tide
They clutch their pearls, in their high seats,
feeling the strength of the street's heat
Democracy, not your decree, we're the owners of
this feat

Scream it loud, our voices roar
From the ashes, our call ignites, a beacon bright against the night
The silent no more, their rule we deplore,
the powerkeeper's fright Hear the chains hit the floor

Now the tables turn, the silence has been torn
Fear instilling fear, their tool, we scorn