Boys Are Crying

We met them at the fire
Out there down at the mountain
They don't know where they belong
No eyes but white hair
We saw their biting hands
Saw them biting
From left and right into the end

All the boys are crying
All cry and cry...

Where did they come from
The Warhols without eyes
We didn't see blood in their skin
Disappeared with open mouth
Left us behind without answers
Left us behind
With a short story and a short life