Sangtekst: Ambitions. Stranger. Sinking.

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