Birds In Row We vs. Us

How long do you think these times will last Before we become total strangers The prophets are dead In our hands they rust I know we ve promised I know we ve lied Hell, our voices sounded much better Divided we sink, together we rise. This costume will have to look good on me Before i die There s no award, no reciprocity In all we try Nothing seems clear I can t sleep You know i m not the one encouraging prayers But please join your hands and make this one the last. This costume will have to look good on you And if the ridicule kills Well die facing the laughters Im just sick of them all Sick of confusion, certitude and norms I guess the shadow is a good place to hide Let s turn on the lights Im just sick of them all And we can be more I know My hand in your hand And the world to grasp Something made it holy And in a way we liked that. There was truth inside our silence