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 beAs I lie in my bed.Man is not my brotherhoodI am of the dead.I died as I lived as I loved and was bornOn some distant hill.The reasons to hide were the reasons I criedFools 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 feelAs 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 headOn 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 wantTo take your minds.I believe if you could seeThe blood between the lines,I believe that you could beA better kind.Please lead the way so the unborn can playOn some greener hill.Laugh as the flames eat their burning remains,Fools die laughing still