Martyrs to Oppressor

We lost our sense of Pride because of you. You turned us blue. We lost our hopes and dreams because of you. Nothing left for us to do. All for a few sneers. Now afraid of our peers. Not knowing who to trust. Hoping for angel dust. To come save us. Too afraid to discuss. We lost our sense of Pride because of you. You turned us blue. We lost our hopes and dreams because of you Nothing left for us to do. Too scared to talk. We’d rather walk. We boil inside. Trying to hide. The blood drips. But all you care for is kicks. You don’t know what you’ve done. All we want is no longer fun. We lost our sense of Pride because of you. You turned us blue. We lost our hopes and dreams because of you. Nothing left for us to do. Wait there’s something more. This has all been a bore. You’re just a fake. We need a break. It’s you that’s the problem. We are blossoms. We are better then you. But you got the clue. For who we are is deep within. What we found is who we have been.