Run, run farmer screaming bloody murder
The daughters of question have been murdered, murdered, murdered
Deception is charming
I don't think so
I don't think so I don't think so I don't think so
These things harmonize and overthrow
These things will cure, but they will tear down
And we are not the ones who carry on
And we are not the ones who wear the shroud, tear down
Liar, condescender, words born as bastards
Our swords will rest and a course in miracles will hail,
And killers will rise
Where have we gone wrong?
Understanding laced the web
I don't think so