All your father's daughters couldn't tear your hate from you
The thought of hope is dimming and you just don't like the view
Of death on the horizon when the martyr takes his cue
The candle burns away the scars but bears new gifts of pain for you

And if self contempt can't rid the bodies riddled with despair
Of any instigation of truth in all the shallow burns you wear
And I could take the name that plagues you with this endless shame
Would the memory of your cursed birthright still remain?

I'm Not Giving Up Today
They Can't Take That From You

And I don't know what you've done or what you've been through
And I don't know what they've done or what they've said to you
And I don't where you're from or what they think of you
Well all I know is I'm not giving up on you

All the ocean's waters couldn't drown the hate in you
Forgiving is like quicksand when you've done all you can do
To keep yourself above it, to hold on to what's true
To get through this for one more day 'cause what's giving up done for you?