The headlines in the dailies are the horses in a race
They lead you to believe that life and d**h are commonplace
Some believe it
And I'm crying again
I heard some good intentions and not all were second-hand
But bravado and pretension will not feed a hungry man
It's been said before
And I'm crying again
Very quietly
The world loses blood overnight
Without a fight
In the morning
The sickness will hide in the light
Out of sight
Running from a world that they will never understand
The ma**es ride their pa**ions with the throttle in their hands
Nobody knows
What is waiting around the bend
Now and then the criminal in my skin lets out a sigh
He'd like to think he's innocent
But he cannot tell a lie
Truth is like a knife
And I'm crying again