I'm crying I'm dying. I can see what's wrong with me. It's in my head. I can see what's gonna be. As I lie in my bed. Man is not my brotherhood. I am of the dead. I died as I lived as I loved and was born. On some distant hill. The reasons to hide were the reasons I cried. Fools pass laughing still. There can be bad blood in all I can see. It's in my brain. You don't know the pain I feel. As I must live again. Rocks and stones can't bruise my soul but. Tears will leave a stain. They smile to themselves as they lay down my head. On some distant hill. The blind and the child sweep a tear from their eye. Fools smile as they kill. I got my own way to go and now I want. To take your minds. I believe if you could see. The blood between the lines. I believe that you could be. A better kind. Please lead the way so the unborn can play. On some greener hill. Laugh as the flames eat their burning remains. Fools die laughing still.