Birds In Row We Count So We Don't Have To Listen

Zeroes harvesting the gallows And distances to braid the best of ropes How many masks ? how many speeches For those you'll never see speak? For those we know too well to meet Millions of diagrams cover the walls We count and locked the doors Who the fuck defines the Justice? In a land of cheatery Before we all have to wear the blue The blues in you, it talks to you Now is the time to listen We lost the memory And crawl in the dark Funny how time always leaves its mark And how shame seems to vanish We cherish the values That show their limits When you ain't got to chose To find the force to quit Now is the time to listen To silence all the numbers, finally To resurrect the names And dignify the pain Finally Graphics hiding Weary shoes and critics To quantify the pain