Wise is the one laughing from his grave Poor is the one who refuses to save Gone is the hope of a better day I don’t really know you but I want you to stay
We though we were the government Until the day our lives were spent We laughed at all the ones who went To make the same mistakes With all their good intent With all their good intent They think they are the government
I tried to talk to my lover But silence fell around me I drew my last breath I couldn’t tell her I loved her Bring back the living with the kiss of death