Immaculate Fools Bed Of Tears
One more death
In the name of some god
One more prayer
Answered in blood
Man invented god
So man could keep it all
One more prophet
Hiding in the hall
One more night
One more bed of tears
One more fool
Swims against the tide
One more dream
That will never last the night
Sink or swim
Fight or fall
One more back
Up agains the wall
One more night
One more bed of tears
One more thief
To rob you with his pen
One more law
That you cannot defend
The school bully now
Has a gun in his hand
One more boy
Who thinks that he's a man
One more night
One more bed of tears
One more face
Turns towards the sky
One more heart
With sorrow as its bride
Not all of us are sleeping
Some are standing by
One more voice
Learning how to fly
One more night
One more bed of tears