This is an anchor for my anger, battery for my brain
  Rebirth in this resistance recharge, rewrite, refrain
  This is an issue of contempt I'll see it through
  and wash it clear. Free from the pain of self-destruction
  I am awake and I won't sleep in the stillness - I won't suffocate
  But I'll burn in the darkness to open up the inner heart
  Inside of us aware there comes a time when we choose to stand
  Or walk away
  And I choose to stand
    Strike the chord
  Talking ourselves into the grave
  Strike the chord
  I refuse to be enslaved
  Strike the chord
  Begin the drumbeat beating away
  Awake