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.