Look at me now
As I'm stumbling through the streets
My legs are weak
And my eyes are tired
Am I not as valuable as you are?
Am I not that valuable?
- We'll arise -
Your selection will ruin you all
And in the end we will remain

We are the rejected
Not being worthy to be part of your life
Am I not fit enough
Denounced as the lower class
These are the days of our procession
With our heads held high
These are the days of our procession
These are the days of our rise

Arise!
Everything that counts in this world
Is to perform as they determine
Even if you're fragile and tired
And even if you're dead
Everything that counts in this world
Is to perform as they determine
No! This is the end of this depression

- We'll arise -
Your selection will ruin you all
And in the end we will remain
We are the rejected
Not being worthy to be part of your life
We will hold toghether

We'll arise
- We'll arise -
Your selection will ruin you all
And in the end we will remain
We are the rejected
Not being worthy to be part of your life