Disclaimer: I own diddly squat. So don't sue. I made a few changes so this songfic may fit the game. Enjoy! -A-
Vaan loathes the Empire. He sees the Empire as a bully who forced its way into everyone's lives, changing it, shaping it to their liking. He grew tired of its guards ordering him and his fellow Dalmascans around, he grew tired of the new laws created by those bastards.
Vaan felt it is time to inform his people about the Empire and its tyrant of a ruler. He sees his chance at the town's gate, which is heavily guarded by bucket heads.
"Enough is enough," he mumbles to himself. "It's time."
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I pledge allegiance to the flag of the Divided Continent of Ivalice
We have no Republic for which it stands
One nation, under the Gods
Indivisible?
People!
It feels so good to be back!
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I scrutinize every word, memorize every line
I spit it once, refuel, re-energize, and rewind
I give sight to the blind, my insight through the mind
I exercise my right to express when I feel it's time
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It's just all in your mind, what you interpret it as
I say to fight, you take it as I'mma whip someone's ass
If you don't understand, don't even bother to ask
A child who has grown up with a fatherless past
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Who has blown up to now thief phenomenon that has
Or at least shows no difficulty multi-task
And in juggling both perhaps mastered his craft
Slash street rat who has held onto a few more thief acts
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Who has had a few obstacles thrown his way through the last half
Of his career typical manure moving past that
Mr. kisses ass crack, he's a class act
Rubber band man, yeah, he just snaps back
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[Chorus]
Come along, follow me as I lead through the darkness
As I provide just enough spark that we need to proceed
Carry on, give me hope, give me strength
Come with me and I won't steer you wrong
Put your faith and your trust as I guide us through the fog
To the light at the end of the tunnel
We gonna fight, we gonna charge, we gonna stomp, we gonna march
Through the swamp, we gonna mosh through the marsh
Take us right through the doors (c'mon)
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Vaan gains the attention of a growing crowd of Humes, as well as a few irritated guards. Bangaa shop owners stop what they are doing just to see what the ruckus is all about.
Vaan continues his rant, whether the guards like it or not.
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All the people up top on the side and on the middle
Come together, let's form and swamp just a little
Just let it gradually build from the front to the back
All you can see is a sea of beings, some Hume and some Seeq
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Don't matter what race, all that matters we gathered together
To celebrate for the same cause no matter the weather
If it rains let it rain, yeah, the wetter the better
They ain't gonna stop us they can't, we stronger now more than ever
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They tell us no we say yeah, they tell us stop we say go
Rebel with a rebel yell, raise hell we gonna let 'em know
Stomp, push, shove, maim, fuck Vayne, until he calls off this war (c'mon)
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[Chorus]
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The crowd has grown larger, and angrier as they agree with Vaan's message. Dalmascan citizens have had just about enough of the Empire's bullshit. The heavily armored guards beef up their security, calling for backup in case the crowd riots.
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Imagine it pouring, its raining down on us
Mosh pits outside the Imperial Palace
Someone's tryna tell us something,
Maybe this is just the Gods' way of saying we're responsible
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For this monster, this coward
That we have empowered
This is Lord Vayne, look at his head noddin'
How could we allow something like this without pumping our fists
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Now this is our final hour
Let me be the voice in your strength and your choice
Let me simplify the rhyme just to amplify the noise
Try to amplify it, times it , and multiply it by six…
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Teen million people, Are equal in this high pitch
Maybe we can reach the Empire through my speech
Let the emperor answer a higher anarchy
Strap him with a sword, let him go, fight his own war
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Let him impress daddy that way
No more blood for nethicite, we got our own battles to fight on our own soil
No more psychological warfare, to trick us to thinking we ain't loyal
If we don't serve our own country, we're patronizing a hero
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Look in his eyes, it's all lies
The Dalmascan symbol, it's been swiped, washed out and wiped
And replaced with Vayne's face, Mosh now or die
If I end up in Nalbina tonight, you'll know why
'Cause I told you to fight
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[Chorus]
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Guards form a line in front of the now agitated mob. Shields and swords are at the ready, prepared for any angry person to make the first move. The angry mob uses anything as a weapon: bottles, rocks, swords, even wooden clubs. They rush the guards, taking them down in one angry sea of Humes, Seeq, Bangaa, and Viera alike.
Vaan continues; rage and resentment runs through his veins like liquid flame.
One can only take so much.
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And as we proceed
To Mosh through this desert storm
In these closing statements, if they should argue
Let us beg to differ
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As we set aside our differences
And assemble our own army
To disarm this Weapon of Mass Destruction
That we call our Emperor, for the present
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And Mosh for the future of our next generation
To speak and be heard
Mr. Emperor, the Senate?
Do you guys hear us?!
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-Ende-
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A/N: I'm still a Vaynefan. Yeah. ;-)