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It's war against the youth, their age holds so many flaws
Carrying the burden of their past, they’re forced to live like outlaws
No wisdom or birthright to give them hope or a real cause
They’re a copy of a bad copy, and in the streets, people don’t look or give them pause
They’re born under an unlucky star and so marked for failure
Given no advantage, all their voices drowned out, and censored

But I admire these underdogs, they got nothing to lose
They won’t stand down, cause they still can choose

Who will save them now, if not themselves
Who will save them now
Who will save them now, if not themselves

It's war against the youth, their age holds so many flaws
They’re living on the edge, and got no time to dream about shooting stars and fast cars
No time to dream about who they are and what will become of all their days
So what will they do? Work and work, and work till death calls for you?

But I admire these underdogs, they got nothing to lose
They won’t stand down, cause they still can choose

Who will save them now, if not themselves
Who will save them now
Who will save them now, if not themselves

It's war against the youth, their age holds so many flaws
If they could buy more time, more, and more time, they could escape real far
Then break the loop of humanity's tragic paradigm,
Not doomed to repeat its history and instead, build something new and profound

A new brave world, for all young boys and girls

But I admire these underdogs, they got nothing to lose
They won’t stand down, cause they still can choose

Who will save them now, if not themselves
Who will save them now
Who will save them now, if not themselves