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[patchedrobes]

I don't have the words to speak for myself right now, so I'll let these do it for me.



I am wise to the ways of the world
The one that cries in its sleep at night
Comes up to me, posing as you
Asking for something it can never use
Falling on its knees when I read the news

And I don't know what makes me cry anymore
I don't know what makes me cry anymore
I am wise

I am tired of the ways of the world
The one that gets louder every day
Rips itself open, nothing it won't show
First in color, now in stereo
Here's my tragedy, I wanted you to know

And I don't know what makes me cry anymore
I don't know what makes me cry anymore
There's so much coming at us that I
It's like I'm dreaming
If I said what I should say
I would be screaming

I am wise to the ways of the world
The one that cries out for crying out loud
Comes to the table, blood in its mouth
Claiming to be righteous, claiming devout
Saying everything except what it's about

And I don't know what makes me cry anymore
I don't know what makes me cry anymore
I'm sick of shock, I'm sick of gory
I wanna hear little struggles, little glories
Is anybody here wise?
Is anybody here wise?
Is anybody here?