Darkness at the break of
noon, shadows even the silver spoon
The hand made blade, the child's balloon,
eclipses both the sun and moon
To understand you know too soon,
there is no sense in trying
Pointed threats, they bluff with scorn
Suicide remarks are torn
From a fool's gold mouthpiece,
a hollow horn
Plays wasted words that prove to warn
But he's not busy being born,
he's busy dyin'
So don't fear if you hear
A foreign sound to your ear
It's alright,
I'm only bleedin'
For them that must obey authority
That they do not respect in any degree
Who despise their jobs, their destiny
Speak jealously of them that are free
do what they do just to be nothing
more than something they invest in
A question in your nerves is lit, yet
you know there is no answer fit
to satisfy and assure you not to quit, to
keep it in your mind and not forget
that it is not he or she or them
or it you belong to
And though the masters make the rules
Oh, the wise men and the fools
It's all right,
Mom, I'm only dying