Fools
I'm crying, I'm dying...
I can see what's wrong with me,
It's in my head.
I can see what's gonna be
As I lie in my bed.
Man is not my brotherhood
I am of the dead.
I died as I lived as I loved and was born
On some distant hill.
The reasons to hide were the reasons I cried
Fools pass laughing still.
There can be bad blood in all I can see,
It's in my brain.
You don't know the pain I feel
As I must live again.
Rocks and stones can't bruise my soul but,
Tears will leave a stain.
They smile to themselves as they lay down my head
On some distant hill.
The blind and the child sweep a tear from their eye,
Fools smile as they kill.
I got my own way to go and now I want
To take your minds.
I believe if you could see
The blood between the lines,
I believe that you could be
A better kind.
Please lead the way so the unborn can play
On some greener hill.
Laugh as the flames eat their burning remains,
Fools die laughing still
