Revive that hope, lift your head
Suffer not the surmounting fear
We are the ones who are in charge
The ones that they should dread.
Suffer not the surmounting fear
Burn their idols to the ground
Iconoclasts to pull them down.
We are the ones who are in charge
Who rebel against their horrific might
No longer listening to all their shite.
The ones that they should dread
Galvanised against their populist game
Marching, shouting illuminating shame.