Wise - Fiction Plane

Wise is the one laughing from his grave

Poor is the one who refuses to save

Gone is the hope of a better day

I don’t really know you but I want you to stay

We though we were the government

Until the day our lives were spent

We laughed at all the ones who went

To make the same mistakes

With all their good intent

With all their good intent

They think they are the government

I tried to talk to my lover

But silence fell around me I drew my last breath

I couldn’t tell her I loved her

Bring back the living with the kiss of death