If you can hear this, you are the resistance

Burn a candle in your window 'til the wick's end

If you can hear this you're the hope of our mission

To change the future through the power of resistance

We are born with the ability to change the world

Every breath is an option to sink or soar

Born, hands gripped on a broken sword

Every breath is an option

Privilege is myth

Trials are just life

The number of which

Before you die

Equal only the chances you had to try

Only the chances you had to thrive

So get up!

Get up!

Get up and join us!

If you can hear this, you are the resistance

Burn a candle in your window 'til the wick's end

If you can hear this you're the hope of our mission

To change the future through the power of resistance

There's no mistake in our design and we need no revision to aspire

Look around, you share the ground with a march of broken swords and tattered helms

Let there be no shine to your armor

Let it speak of the blows received while standing for honor

Let there be no shine

You suck the life from every vein we filled

And lick the blood we spilled

You sold a lie with your alluring guise

Your words fell dead, now your festered breath's so defined you cannot hide

If you can hear this, you are the resistance

Burn a candle in your window 'til the wick's end

If you can hear this you're the hope of our mission

To change the future through the power of resistance