MUD

They talk of superman and the president
but i stand here and hold the world in my hands
as the blood flows from my veins
i close my eyes
and the birds wing in fright
the trees sing a silent song
the rocks grind their bodies

sing to me as I bleed
life has gone to seed
the fucking vultures feed

I am stuck here... in an instant of time, in a moment of agony
This is how we walk the paving stones of woodstock
you remember little boy..? you smell that old smell

the blood has all bled
all the saints fled
What was really said ?

I have been wrong. I have misunderstood
but i think that the heros, the gods even have never seen this This is how we remember the spirits of that valley

And I lie myself on her bed
all the lies left unsaid
because the birds are all dead

Isn't it sad ? that we are stuck in this place
we are really all lost and confused, we never think to look up
the wings left unused as we think of love and suicide

I sing this song blood red
as all the mores are shed
and put a gun to our head

crying, I laugh... how absurd, to think that anyone cares
how cruel to promise a little girl the world and snatch it away
the trees murmur that we are just a song in the dreams of the gods

wake up ! gods of blood
we are your mud
winter's unopen bud