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?