I'm sitting under a crying tree
Praying no tears fall upon me
I can not believe what I can not see
So sing your tragic song
The horns blast in every field
The moon falls while mad men kneel
The cloaked ones who in fear ****
Will all cry and sing along
Call it glory
Call it misery
Call it faith
Call it empathy
Call it truth
But you know it's just a lie
Call it love
Fight the hate
Hide your tears
Behind the pain
Call it life
But you know it's just a lie
Dec 15, 2014
Dec 15, 2014 at 10:08 PM UTC
I'm sitting under a crying tree
Praying no tears fall upon me
I can not believe what I can not see
So sing your tragic song
The horns blast in every field
The moon falls while mad men kneel
The cloaked ones who in fear ****
Will all cry and sing along
Call it glory
Call it misery
Call it faith
Call it empathy
Call it truth
But you know it's just a lie
Call it love
Fight the hate
Hide your tears
Behind the pain
Call it life
But you know it's just a lie
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