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