Always tested, under constant pressure
Wonder if our efforts will measure to their standards
Intricate worth feels so sub-standard
Don’t complain – they just don’t understand us
Just keep your head down and keep puttin’ work in
Cuz when we fade away’s how we know that it’s workin’
Say a prayer to God, hope we work with purpose
But if they say we fail that means all our work was worthless
Damn
Who judges the judged, and if only God can, how come they judge us?
They must be wrong; we carry on – until no one stands above us