What's not destroyed has been remodeled What's easy to grasp cannot be touched
Everything but truth has been recycled Those who do not count the dead live in graves of lust
And it's measure for measure with a double punch
When hands we hold are buried in the mud When tears of what we've done start to fall
Counting the dead is no way to live Damage comes when we never forgive
And it's measure for measure with a double punch
Can stolen time ever be re-earned?
Can we drink the wine when it's too late?
Since it's been turned
Can peace be taught when it's never been learned?
Can what's been burned before once again be burned?
And it's measure for measure with a double punch
Who remains rejected never fit the mold?
Who has not stumbled falling for a fool's gold?
How quick a heart that does not bend grows old?
Angels and priests man has now got on hold
And it's measure for measure with a double punch
What's buried below cannot be recognized
What's taken for granted cannot be surprised
Who has not ignored the words of the wise?
When you reduce someone's dreams to ashes and rust
It's measure for measure
With a double punch
We're human on earth, there's no face fears
What heart cannot be brought to tears?
Only what's invisible cannot be moved
What should not exist they want to improve
Broken glasses shining underneath your shoes
When the mighty think they cannot be touched
It's measure for measure
With a double punch
Can peace be taught when it's never been learned?
Can peace be taught when it's never been learned?
Can peace be taught when it's never been learned?