Wiseman closes mouth Madman closes fist Young man shows his age Judge man named it sin Bad man don' exist no No evil man exists Good man don't exist no No righteous man exists Sad man cannot cry in place where man can see Never witnessed father weep This old man thought it weak But strong man don't exist No undying man exists Weak man don't exist no Just flesh and blood exists But your mother would be proud of you I bet your mother would be proud of you The beast will crawl this earth Then fall in the dirt to feed the crows They'll rip apart his flesh 'Til all that's left is glorious bone So you'll bury your own Too vain You saw it unfold What you know And you claimed all you could hold Until death did you part from the mess you made I bet your mother would be proud of you I bet your mother would be proud of you Primate sharpens tool To survive and thrive in the jungle Maybe hearts were made to pump blood Maybe lungs were made for flood I won't blunt my blade for cut these chains Rather let my limbs be dragged through mud You're my brother but your eyes are cold You're my sister but your womb is bare I bet our mother would be proud of you I bet our mother would be proud of you Bad man don't exist No evil man exists I know good man don't exist No righteous man exists Strong man don't exist No undying man exists Weak man don't exist No just flesh and blood exists
Wiseman closes mouth
Madman closes fist
Young man shows his age
Judge man named it sin
Bad man don' exist no
No evil man exists
Good man don't exist no
No righteous man exists
Sad man cannot cry in place where man can see
Never witnessed father weep
This old man thought it weak
But strong man don't exist
No undying man exists
Weak man don't exist no
Just flesh and blood exists
But your mother would be proud of you
I bet your mother would be proud of you
The beast will crawl this earth
Then fall in the dirt to feed the crows
They'll rip apart his flesh
'Til all that's left is glorious bone
So you'll bury your own
Too vain
You saw it unfold
What you know
And you claimed all you could hold
Until death did you part from the mess you made
I bet your mother would be proud of you
I bet your mother would be proud of you
Primate sharpens tool
To survive and thrive in the jungle
Maybe hearts were made to pump blood
Maybe lungs were made for flood
I won't blunt my blade for cut these chains
Rather let my limbs be dragged through mud
You're my brother but your eyes are cold
You're my sister but your womb is bare
I bet our mother would be proud of you
I bet our mother would be proud of you
Bad man don't exist
No evil man exists
I know good man don't exist
No righteous man exists
Strong man don't exist
No undying man exists
Weak man don't exist
No just flesh and blood exists