On our prison walls We carve the days away We sleep still in the fire As the graves we forge decay Lick our wounds Where our shadows fall To wash away our scars Give us grace for Androcles To pull the thorn out from our hearts
The fire in our hearts Is what keeps us alive What matters most Is how we survive
In Squalor and decay False flags burning away Still we hold tight hope Still we hold tight hope Suppress the dissident Fan the flames of discontent Still we hold tight hope Still we hold tight hope
With our blistered hands Bloodied knees, crooked spines We march blindfolded To our darkest days Where no light shines Light the torches Tip the scales The flames burning bright Like wolves stalking sheep We'll bide our time before we strike
We stand our ground for past times we preferred We are the ones whose voices scream to be heard We are lambs for lions Led bleeding and blind Still we hold tight hope Still we hold tight hope