.​.​.​To Whom May It Concern

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This is our Statement and get ready to fight
We rise from ruins and this time we will prevail
We are the fallen ones and we are here to dethrone your law
It’s time for you to pay the pain you made us feel

There is no mercy for us because we have sinned
But that, made us free
I am assured that we won't fall
On self-regret

This is our counter attack against the clockwise
We are no longer cowed
This is our counter attack against the common sense
Our thoughts are free to be spread

They call us Parasites, an infection
Just because we finally open our eyes
And saw the cruel world they
Forced us to live

A sick world where diversity is sin The disappointing behavior of the crowd is all that we want change
stop talking and begin to act

Chorus
Open your eyes Don´t believe in what they say!
They’re trying to make us think there’s no escape from this reality the built but we must fight today.

This time we will be your home … sing for hope
I know we are all connected
No matter if hurts , no matter how hard
we are the soul of the world

Chorus
Open your eyes Do not believe in what they say!
They’re trying to make us think there’s no escape from this reality the built but we must fight today.

Let’s do this for us
Let´s do this for each other
Let´s do this for the broken
Let´s do this for the hopeless

And they will know that we We ARE THE OVERCOMER

we are the overcomer

Chorus
Open your eyes Do not believe in what they say!
They’re trying to make us think there’s no escape from this reality the built but we must fight today.

credits

from Alive, released February 20, 2016
Elements Are:
Brian Bonilla
Diego Benitez
Ángel Arévalo
Juan Carlos Romero
Iván Ramírez

Produced, Mixed & Mastered by: Armando Castaño

All songs written and performed by
Elements

Lyrics Credits : Brian Bonilla & Iván Ramírez

Design by: Juan Felipe Jaramillo

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