Next Time, Try Compassion - Kramer

I can hear you, I can feel you

I can sense the desperation in the timbre of your voice

Wanna kill me, that would thrill me

If you only knew what you could do

With bullets made of joy

Now i’m laughing, see me laughing

It’s the fever in the blood that rises high on Galilee

Now i’m moving, soon i’m losing

All the innocence and loneliness that she pretends to be

On the mountain, blueish mountain

And the oceans of cadavers from the bomb addressed to me

Next time try compassion

Try understanding her bizarre/her subtle nature

Try to face her, and if you really really try hard

She will hear you, and she’ll tell you

All the reasons that she waited for the boy to come around

Waited for the boy to come around

Then she’ll fool you, right and rule you

Make you imitate the sounds

Before the crowning of the clown

Now you own me, so control me, like the silver marionette

Below the strings you tug and pull

Next time try compassion

Try understanding her bizarre, her subtle nature

Try to face her, and if you really really try hard

Then she will hear you, and she’ll tell you

That she’ll fool you, right and rule you