Text: Confrontation. Uncertainty. Regathe, Regrow, Survive.

I look around and nothings really changed,
different opinions but we're all here in the end.
We share a common bond for shows and sing-a-longs,
we've grown so much but have a longer path to walk.

Like a pack of stray dogs, we search for a place to call our home.
Without a sense of direction or time all we have is our will to survive,
so bring your weapons, does we'll never understand fear is no longer an issue,

I've lost all but my pride.
But we will regather,
and we will regrow,
and we will survive,
yes we will survive.