Idiots by Marty Willson-piper

Arms--aching like an arrow
Wounded wing
Shot--sinking like a sparrow
Spiteful king


Drowning hopeless in the water
Diving in the clouds
Crumble to the ground for
We're all upside down


Chased--eaten by the empire
Silk and sin
Blocked--broken by the church choir
They won't sing


Barricaded in the graveyard
Shields of the holy dead
Who can stop the army
Spill the blood they shed


Black--darker than the evening
Colder than snow
White--brighter than the daylight
Flowers won't grow


Someone should have mixed
The paint pot a wonderful grey
Just talk amongst yourselves
There's so much to say
Who's listening to idiots anyway