dont look dont think dont speak dont try dont smile dont care dont reply disband your plan is to question why you are a company man sit tight grip lights spit shoe shine bright count days that we face feels real life like squint eyes see hearts and brake lights and they re starting to dance heaven comes seven at a time dressed in metal with a face of feathers they cast white shadows as they climb i sat counting birds with a friend of mine if you could sure feel look to the news line in the sands we could sketch out a real design three strokes and you ve got to cross a peace sign its not the company plan slap back there are streaks that they need you to pound smash your feet through the concrete and into the ground be a piece of a part of the background shake my hand heaven comes seven at a time dressed in metal with a face of feathers they cast white shadows as they climb i sat counting birds with a friend of mine heaven comes seven at a time dressed in metal with a face of feathers they cast white shadows as they climb i sat counting birds with a friend of mine my skirt was blue grey blue grey won t catch my drifting away ahhhhh i ve closed the spork its hand made won t catch my drifting away ahahahahahahahah you hear rolling drums when you grind your teeth it s too fast trying to march to your heart beat loves in your blood but it runs much too deep i m silent as hell heaven comes seven at a time dressed in metal with a face of feathers they cast white shadows as they climb i sat counting birds with a friend of mine heaven comes seven at a time dressed in metal with a face of feathers they cast white shadows as they climb i sat counting birds with a friend of mine