Lament
[Chorus]
A man doesn't know what's best for himself,
Call it science or for show, but he just doesn't know?
[Verse 1]
The wicked tongue of man, is a trick of generation.
I thought I knew so much then, the whole I hadn't seen yet.
The dealer shows his hand, plays his trump card at the end.
[Chorus]
A man doesn't know what's best for himself, call it science or for show, but he just doesn't know?
[Verse 2]
If you ever want to see, you must look again, at the things you push away, because you can't comprehend. A pearl shines within a darkness so refined.
[Chorus]
Man doesn't know what's best for himself, call it science or for show, but he just doesn't know?
