Darkness at the break of noon Shadows even the silver spoon The handmade blade, the child's balloon Eclipses both the sun and moon To understand you know too soon There is no sense in trying. Disillusioned words like bullets bark As human gods aim for their mark Make everything from toy guns that spark To flesh-colored Christs that glow in the dark It's easy to see without looking too far Not much is really sacred. So don't fear if you hear A foreign sound to your ear It's alright, Ma, I'm only dying. Advertising signs that con you Into thinking you're the one Who can do what's never been done Can win what's never been won Meantime life outside goes on All around you. You lose yourself, you reappear You find that you've got nothing to fear Alone you stand with nobody near When a trembling distant voice, unclear Startles your sleeping ears to hear That somebody thinks They really found you. Although the masters make the rules For the wise men and the fools It's alright Ma, I'm only bleeding