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 passed

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