Desperate times
Despair pushed us on our knees
Bow down one too many times
Rising, rising
Dead is our will to change this world
Skin infected with the stench of misery
Wipe the dirt from your face
Let them know who we are
Wipe the dirt from your face
Stand tall - rise to your feet, fight for what's left
Honor - it's not a word it's you and me
Stay strong - this war is real as your pain is
Stand tall - rise to your feet, fight for what's left
