The Crocodiles Song

I can cry for mankind I try to stop but it's like open eyes of salt and sand, images submerged in bloody water I weep for humanity, for the screaming and the slaughter its sad vulgarity Oh this evolved fear is no friend of mine Useless damn things, like teeth in famine prayers in war or those rituals for dead and dying Knowing this, is nothing anyway We, innocent of the the stars living, holding tight in our dream in dark, or vain wishes in day, staring into the past Guilty as the rest, heavily burdened by some terminal mark