I can´t tell you why your children are dying, but I can offer you my sympathy. And I can´t show you where your children are buried, ´cause they´re not.
They´re not buried anymore.
You can shout it from the roof-tops, you´ll be preaching to the choir. And you better get started on this funeral pyre.
And I wish I could cry tears of blood but I can´t, my body just isn´t built that way. And I hope all this suffering amounts to one good fucking thing, but it won´t, because we can´t see that far.
You can shout it from the roof-tops, you´ll be preaching to the choir. And you better get started on this funeral pyre, and one day I will truly set myself on fire so you can see how dim my light is.