Some birds thrive from their own decay And the sun was beating down The joy to melt the frost away For the truth was never found For all their talk of tolerance They threw stones at their feet We raise our glass in shame To drink deep When vengence blooms like flowers A different form of grief So vulgar were their martyrs So harmless were their teeth For all their talk of tolerance They threw stones at their feet We raise our glass in shame To drink deep And the sea it nearly vanished For their lies, they were so vast When the laughter lost its power They were feeding off the trash For all their talk of tolerance They threw stones at their feet We raise our glass in shame To drink deep