Old Wise Man

Wiseman closed his mouth
Madman closed his fist
Young man shows his age
Judge man named it sin
Bad man don' exist, no
No evil man exists
Good man don't exist, no
No righteous man exists
Sad man cannot cry in place where man can see
Never witnessed father weep
This old man thought it weak
But strong man don't exist, no
No undying man exists
Weak man don't exist, no
Just flesh and blood exists
But your mother would be proud of you
I bet your mother would be proud of youThe beast will crawl this earth
Then fall in the dirt to feed the crows
They'll rip apart his flesh
Til all that's left is glorious bone
So you'll bury your own
Too vain
You saw it unfold
What you know
And you claimed all you could hold
Until death did you part from the mess you made
I bet your mother would be proud of you (x2)Primate sharpens tool
To survive and thrive in the jungle
Maybe hearts were made to pump blood
Maybe lungs were made for flood
I won't blunt my blade for cut these chains
Rather let my limbs be drug through mud
You're my brother but your eyes are cold
You're my sister but your womb is bareI bet our mother would be proud of you (x2)