The Honor System - Finding Color In Grey People lyrics

hiding in shadows, reaching out desperately there's no culture no belief conditioned egos days of pestilence and greed incubating our disease mother, father doing fine dinner is at the table mute the TV, uncork the wine separation from the mind softly sing this lullaby newborns in their cradles clawing as they cry and shout because the bottom is falling out workers strike, locked in factories so that you and I could feel free they fell with pride, reclaimed this city's streets '86 cut in half the work week It's our culture friend, they want you to forget it it's our common strand, history taken for granted takes resilience now to bounce back up when you hit the ground