I will not trade the cup of sorrow for some sentimental grief I've seen the lion in the garden, where the once was simply sheep So when you sit the whine of anger, go down silent to the grave Rise back up into the heavens, where the once was only rain Oh, woah Woah, woah When death is not an actor We all watching on the stage. She is more like a sister, We grow closer to with age. So lay me down before my time, On the hard and dusty air. So I can feel where I come from, And to where I will return. You did not stay You did not stay You did not stay You did not stay If it's green (Kind incomprehensible I'm not sure)