Rise Against
Johnar Håland, Andreas Frigstad
We leave our homes with bleeding hearts
Poverty has been our crime
We are the poor and have no wealth
To purchase liberty
We are constrained
A drowning life besotted in sweet self
We're the bleeding wounds of this world
As we rise against their reign
The forces gather to keep us down
We're hopelessly constrained
Our lives get slowly drained
They'll claim it's justified
Find strength to overcome
A drowning life besotted in sweet self
We're the bleeding wounds of this world
Deliver us out of this darkness