It's getting harder to breathe
With this rope being fitted so tightly
When existing becomes so daunting
I am prolonging
My inevitable demise
It's getting harder to stand
This land of competition that is
Sinking like quick sand
Instead of fighting work to unite
Dismantling barriers and bringing shared light
We have nothing to lose but our chains
I'd rather live on my feet than die on my knees
We have nothing to lose but our chains
I'd rather live on my feet than die on my knees
We're not going back