The metal birds are screaming in the dark They drop the fire on the burning park You cannot run because the walls are high They block the water and they block the sky They push the families in the freezing dirt They measure justice by the amount of hurt The concrete falls upon the sleeping bed They paint the ancient dusty valley red How many names are written in the stone You leave the children crying all alone You call it peace but it is only hate You crush the weak inside the iron gate We are the ghosts beneath the heavy tread You cannot kill us if we are already dead They use the screens to justify the blood They wash the history in the heavy mud A million people in the open cage Erased completely from the modern page The steel machines are chewing up the trees While the whole world is watching on its knees The concrete falls upon the sleeping bed They paint the ancient dusty valley red How many names are written in the stone You leave the children crying all alone You call it peace but it is only hate You crush the weak inside the iron gate We are the ghosts beneath the heavy tread You cannot kill us if we are already dead Count the bodies Look away Count the bodies Look away Erase the line Erase the blood How many names are written in the stone You leave the children crying all alone You call it peace but it is only hate You crush the weak inside the iron gate We are the ghosts beneath the heavy tread You cannot kill us if we are already dead Underneath the rubble Underneath the stone We are still breathing
