Hold Tight Hope

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