Counted

Broken dreams, broken promises
Everyday, you know how hard it is
Not to topple off the edge, of the knife
That is our ground
Shattered nerves, shattered lives
These are victims of the spies
That govern all of our lives
As they drip feed rumours to their hives
Bang the drums, bring the wars
Let us open up the doors
To the falsehoods and the truths
What to believe is up to you
Pick a side, stand your ground
To loyalty, you are bound
Pack away your ridiculous pride
Come, be counted, or stand aside