Cruel

Bodies, can't you see what everybody wants from you?


Forgive the kids, for they don't know how to live.
Run the alleys... casually.... Cruel.


Bodies, can't you see what everybody wants from you? For you could want that, too.


They could take or leave you,
so they took you, and they left you.
How could they be casually cruel?
Cruel, cruel.
Cruel, cruel.


Bodies, can't you see what everybody wants from you?
If you could want that, too, then you'll be happy.
You were the one waving flares in the air so they could see you.
And they were as laughter, blowing past ya, blowing fastly so they can see ya...


Cruel, cruel.
Cruel, cruel.