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 kill
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