Why cry?
On his throne
Way up high
There sits a man
With many eyes
And many hands
Each in disguise
As people that I know
He wants to make me cry

People just pass me by
I wonder if they know
Some stop to watch me cry
Most sneak a look and go
The man laughs in delight
As his hands' reach does grow

I cry
Look around
See them cry
They're just like me
Unsatisfied
Dreaming of a
World where none cry
We're all puppets for him
The world his tired sigh

Inventing laws and lies
Kills those he cannot tame
All just to make us cry
Love is a source of pain
Why should I even try
We play his twisted game

We cry!
From castle
Safe and dry
There smiles a man
With many spies
And many teeth
Sharpened, blood-dyed
Takes pleasure in his crimes
He just wants me to die

'Storm the castle' we cry
Tear down his laws and lies
The man looks in suprise
At our guns and knives
Cut his hands, gouge his eyes
I want to make him cry

He cries
On altar
To the sky
The sacrificed
Dead man now lies
Oil bleeding from
His hands and eyes
Storm abates, sea recedes
The world no longer cries

I can't cry anymore
Even when I want to
Spent all my tears before
I suppose you did too
Forced tears will fall no more
In this world born anew

It cried.
Round his corpse
The harpies
Spiral, feasting
Crying murder
For their master
Drinking his blood
Buying ropes from themselves
Upon which they can hang.