YOU

You make the mother with her baby cry

You make the brave the brave cower down and die

you make the sane scream and go mad

the happy to feel depressed and sad

you make the earth feel so cold and wet

your the bad memory that I can't forget

you make the sun rise and darken the sky

the priest to fall upon his knees and sigh

you make the wasp deliver its sting

the sound of your voice is no earthly thing

you make me pound my fists scream and cry

and yet I still love you . . . WHY?