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