This is not how imagined it
Freedom tastes a little different
Cut the chord and see my heart still bleed
This is not what I’m about
I believed in fairytales
Thought thunder was a war
I believed that there’s a place
Where mortals go to die
Am I being insensitive
Am I too naive
For hoping when the gods come to rest
The heroes come alive
Because I
I belong to the struggle of the people
In the soil and on the ground
I have flowing in me blood of all the Bikos
And the miners you shot down
I belong to the struggle of the people
In the soil and on the ground
I have flowing in me blood of all the Bikos
And the miners you shot down
The end is just a legend
The pain is never ending
The history books can testify
We’re not the chosen ones
Am I being insensitive
Am I too naive
For hoping when the gods come to rest
The heroes come alive
Because I
I belong to the struggle of the people
In the soil and on the ground
I have flowing in me blood of all the Bikos
And the miners you shot down
I belong to the struggle of the people
In the soil and on the ground
I have flowing in me blood of all the Bikos
And the miners you shot down
I belong to the struggle of the people
In the soil and on the ground
I have flowing in me blood of all the Bikos
And the miners you shot down
I belong to the struggle of the people
In the soil and on the ground
I have flowing in me blood of all the Bikos
And the miners you shot down
Survival of the fittest
Has lost it’s meaning in our blood
The giants to be conquered and
The monsters left to die
Survival of the fittest
Has lost its meaning in our blood
The giants to be conquered and
The monsters left to die