He said she was fine when we asked him what had happened
Shame could be read right in his eyes nervously blinking
He acted without thinking like a hungry beast
He raised his hand and let it go
Down on her pretty face
And broke her tiny nose
But if he'd committed suicide
Would it mean that humanity
Can be excused?
Only if he had killed himself but he didn't succeed
A jump of 3 floors wasn't enough so now he must face us
Is it life that makes us act so unconsciously
In a desperate attempt to
Put ourselves above all
Or under everything
We never stay honest
Cause we always need to change
As our minds cruise through life
I know I'm a poor fairy tales writer drowning in clichés
But my story is the way to get in the castle of your conscience
Lyrism helps out a lot
So if you're still locked
Go see African children
Or keep watching fox news
Till you get a moral strike
Then I don't know how I could
Make it look plainer
Than this little song