Paroles de Idiots

Arms--aching like an arrow Wounded wing Shot--sinking like a sparrow Spiteful king Drowning hopeless in the water Diving in the clouds Crumble to the ground for We're all upside down Chased--eaten by the empire Silk and sin Blocked--broken by the church choir They won't sing Barricaded in the graveyard Shields of the holy dead Who can stop the army Spill the blood they shed Black--darker than the evening Colder than snow White--brighter than the daylight Flowers won't grow Someone should have mixed The paint pot a wonderful grey Just talk amongst yourselves There's so much to say Who's listening to idiots anyway