Wiseman closed his mouth Madman closed his fist Young man shows his age Judge man named it sin Bad man don't exist, no No evil man exists Good man don't exist, no No righteous man exists Sad man cannot cry in place where man can see Never witnessed his father weep This old man thought it weak But strong man don't exist No undying man exists Weak man don't exist, no Just flesh and blood exists But your mother would be proud of you I bet your mother would be proud of you
The beast will crawl this earth Then fall in the dirt to feed the crows They'll rip apart his flesh 'Till all that's left is glorious bone So you'll bury your own Too vain You saw it unfold What you know And you claimed all you could hold Until death did you part from the mess you made I bet your mother would be proud of you I bet your mother would be proud of you
Primitive sharpens tool To survive and thrive in the jungle Maybe hearts were made to pump blood Maybe lungs were made for flood I won't blunt my blade for cut these chains Rather let my limbs be drug through mud You're my brother but your eyes are cold You're my sister but your womb is bare
I bet our mother would be proud of you I bet our mother would be proud of you
Bad man don't exist No evil man exists I know good man don't exist No righteous man exists Strong man don't exist No undying man exists Weak man don't exist No just flesh and blood exists