The Grave Is In the Heart of the Living
They’re dead . Who cares? Is it my fault that they be buried in the filthy land of the unfortunate? They’re gone . So what? Do I have to shed a tear to show the world they’re dear? We’ve lost precious lives. But we didn't know them whose lives no one remembers. But they’re our brethren. Oh really? I’ve known no family since I was ten. Lend a hand, reach out. My hands are full. Can’t you see I’m busy? Fool! Show the world you care! Ha, ha! You have the guts. Well, you’re driving me nuts. Step up. Open up! I’ve always been closed So leave and perturb me not. The world needs you. No! Your lies are yours Deceitful, the world’s for sure.