I know words don't touch you anymore
Weakness, social failure – an ancient phantom caught your hearts
Following a leader, selling your souls, you're not above, you're so far below like sheep on the shambles, you're like tools in their hands
Given up your existence, your dignity, you'll never take over, never again!
Raise my fist, the streets are ours
You'll never bring it down, you will surrender
Depression and hatred are not enough for winning this fight
Resistance deep from inside
It burns in our hearts