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 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 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 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