Voices of the Dead - Radio Edit

Who declared us dead?
 We are all here and our patience is long gone,
 so leave today or we'll come.
 We are the voices of the dead.
 We don't accept such self-crowned kings.
 We are not as doomed as you might believe.
 We won't keep silent anymore.
 I dream of a better world
 where all of us do our best
 as part of our society:
 not to be the best
 but be the world's most humble guest. We are the voices of the dead.
 We don't accept such self-crowned kings.
 We are not as doomed as you might believe.
 We won't keep silent anymore.
 We'll cut the cursed strings
 binding us to the puppeteers.
 We'll dance, quiver and arise
 finally when new dawn's bright light
 caresses our faces and fills us with hope.
 We are the voices of the dead.
 We don't accept such self-crowned kings.
 We are not as doomed as you might believe.
 We won't keep silent anymore.
 We are the voices of the dead.
 We do not need such self-crowned kings.
 We are not as doomed as you might believe.
 We won't be patient anymore.
 Who declared us dead?
 We are all here and our patience is long gone,
 so leave today or we'll come.