Wise To The Ways

I am wise to the ways of the world

The one that cries in its sleep at night

That comes up to me posing as you

Asking for something it can never use

Falling on its knees when I read the news

I don't know what makes me cry anymore

I don't know what makes me cry anymore

I am wise

I am tired of the ways of the world

The one that gets louder every day

That rips itself open nothing it won't show

First in color, now in stereo

Here's my tragedy I wanted you to know

I don't know what makes me cry anymore

I don't know what makes me cry anymore

There's so much coming at us now

It's like I'm dreaming

If I said what I should say I would be screaming

I am wise to the ways of the world

The one that cries out for crying out loud

That comes to the table with blood in its mouth

Claiming to be righteous, claiming devout

Saying everything except what it's about

I don't know what makes me cry anymore

I don't know what makes me cry anymore

I'm sick of shock, sick of gory, I want to hear

Little struggles little glories

Is anybody here wise? Is anybody here wise?

Is anybody here