Hadouken! - Rebirth
We'll rise again, we'll rise again,
we'll rise again, we'll rise again,
we'll rise again, we'll rise again,
we'll start again.
We'll rise again, we'll rise again,
we'll rise again, we'll rise again,
we'll rise again, we'll rise again,
we'll start again.
I don't need their eyes on me,
I don't need no sympathy.
I don't need their eyes on me,
I don't need no sympathy.
I don't need their eyes on me,
I don't need no sympathy.
I don't need their eyes on me,
I don't need no sympathy.
I don't need their eyes on me,
I don't need no sympathy.
I don't need their eyes on me,
I don't need no sympathy. Like they rose from the dead again,
such thoughts move straight through their head again.
Blessed as the children of men,
who saw that swords strike less that the pen.
Surfacing from primordial waters,
we are the sons and daughters of Rawkus.
Take your pretence to the slaughter,
leave adversaries hung, drawn in quarters.
As we awoke that morning, yawning,
blessed with a new skin forming,
eyes squinting, claret still pouring,
fists clenched, grasping, crying out calling,
lungs gasping, absorbing endorphin,
we this unsuccessful abortion.
Spartan spawn, sworn,
raised for warring,
all told and we're reborn again.
I don't need their eyes on me,
I don't need no sympathy.
I don't need their eyes on me,
I don't need no sympathy.
We'll rise again, we'll rise again,
we'll start again.
We'll start again.
We'll rise again, we'll rise again,
we'll rise again, we'll rise again,
we'll rise again, we'll rise again,
we'll rise again, we'll rise again,
we'll start again.
we'll rise again, we'll rise again,
we'll rise again, we'll rise again,
we'll start again.
We'll rise again, we'll rise again,
we'll rise again, we'll rise again,
we'll rise again, we'll rise again,
we'll start again.
I don't need their eyes on me,
I don't need no sympathy.
I don't need their eyes on me,
I don't need no sympathy.
I don't need their eyes on me,
I don't need no sympathy.
I don't need their eyes on me,
I don't need no sympathy.
I don't need their eyes on me,
I don't need no sympathy.
I don't need their eyes on me,
I don't need no sympathy. Like they rose from the dead again,
such thoughts move straight through their head again.
Blessed as the children of men,
who saw that swords strike less that the pen.
Surfacing from primordial waters,
we are the sons and daughters of Rawkus.
Take your pretence to the slaughter,
leave adversaries hung, drawn in quarters.
As we awoke that morning, yawning,
blessed with a new skin forming,
eyes squinting, claret still pouring,
fists clenched, grasping, crying out calling,
lungs gasping, absorbing endorphin,
we this unsuccessful abortion.
Spartan spawn, sworn,
raised for warring,
all told and we're reborn again.
I don't need their eyes on me,
I don't need no sympathy.
I don't need their eyes on me,
I don't need no sympathy.
We'll rise again, we'll rise again,
we'll start again.
We'll start again.
We'll rise again, we'll rise again,
we'll rise again, we'll rise again,
we'll rise again, we'll rise again,
we'll rise again, we'll rise again,
we'll start again.
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