A piece of my heart cries out loudly

For the funeral of innocence

To tell the truth, this elaborate story

Of goodness not so plausible

Stay at home at night

The mark of Cain is upon you

There's a sign on your forehead

There's no way you can stay out

A piece of my heart eyes the wheel in motion

With suspicion of coincidence

It don't grab me now, to swallow the notion

Of accident that no one meant

Stay at home at night

The mark of Cain is upon you

While we look for solutions

It's not safe when you go out

Burning up the night up the night

The heat is on

Do you do what you can do?

It looks like to me that you are only playing a part

Do you do what you can do?

Talk slow, in a trance