Years count on a hand
Sun climbs on the past
Can you say it? - Another of your tales

These walls can't hold us down
Ho average one for a ten
These words can't beat the mind
Ho save us now from disgrace

I won't say it
The things that help me stand
On:
The ground.
The base.
This can't bring the average thoughts.

Can we be the average kind?
All are standing now singing the truth
These words won't break the heart
Ho save us now from disgrace

Can we be the average kind?
We Can't.
No we can't

Can we be the average kind?
All are standing now can you get through  
Can you save me now?

-With a tenth of clemency