Cold: the air and water flowing.
Hard: the land we call our home.
Push to keep the corpo growing,
Feel the weight of what we owe.
This: the song of sons and daughters,
Hide the heart of who we are.
Making code to build our future,
Strong, united, working till we fall.
Cold: the air and water flowing.
Hard: the land we call our home.
Push to keep the corpo growing,
Feel the weight of what we owe.
This: the song of sons and daughters,
Hide the heart of who we are.
Making code to build our future,
Strong, united, working till we fall.