We vs. Us - Birds In Row

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

We’ll die facing the laughters

I’m 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

I’m just sick of them all

And we can be more

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

And anger in our eyes

For every step there is a doubt

And understand it’s ours to fight

So keep my hand in yours and yours in mine

For we’ll make it if we try

It’s us against ourselves and the rest can fucking die

I’m just sick of them all

And we can be more

We can be more, I know

The ceiling rains down on us

And it weights on the rich, the poor and all in between

Nothing is sacred

Nothing but the hands that protect

And i protect you

And you protect me

We had been dreaming in the shape of a nutshell

And in the fortune boat we’d have secured them all

We set sails away from the sharks

This costume will have to look good on all of us

Before it dies