The Ever Bleating Fools - Cadaverous Condition

come to me, please come to me

take my heart, fill up my soul

take me out and take me in

take my hand, let it all begin

(and then let all fall down)

all shall be well

but not for me

of what I tell in the rhyme

they don’t feel, they never do

the ever bleating fools

in this world it’s plain to see

they are luckier than me

the ever bleating fools

Lackey’s tunes are beautiful

his words are, too

but not for you

the ever bleating fools

some will never understand

anything or everything

or what to do

the ever bleating fools