white as a sheet you

can bleed til you dry

should we take and never ask why

huddled in masses

we sit on out asses

and hold on to what we should let fly

what good is the giving

of life for a lie

you say it's trouble enough to fight

but I won't lay down and die

you can bury what's left

of me under mercy's tree

we trade truth for the banner

a slogan or two

underneath it we all look insane

it's a broken umbrella

in a gathering storm

soon enough we will all wash away

and i will not be waiting

for the seasons to change

you say it's trouble enough to fight

but i won't lay down and die

you can bury what's left

of me under mercy's tree

we hold our breath when

the winter comes

act as faith makes the

springtime bring sun

o what have we done

you say it's trouble enough to fight

but i won't lay down and die

you can bury what's left of me

under mercy's tree