Disowned, dishonored
The crop of yesterday
Why are we faithful?
Labeled, positioned
Stripped of our right to grow
What do we fight for?
We are not giving up hope
Not searching for a place to stand
Consumed, discarded
Victims of judgments pa**ed
Why are we faithful?
A curse, a burden
Our time not meant to last
What do we fight for?
We are not giving up hope
Not searching for a place to stand
Hiding the fear in our face
Endlessly holding our place
We're not giving up hope
We're not here to take back the night
Or make this alright
SINKING - - TREADING
They'll cut you down right where you stand
SINKING
Forced out by their demand
TREADING THROUGH