Next Time, Try Compassion

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