ITS alright, MA (IM only bleeding)

Its Alright, Ma - Bob Dylan
Darkness at the break of noon,
Shadows even the silver spoon,
The handmade blade, the childs balloon,
Eclipses both the sun and moon,
To understand you know too soon,
There is no sense in trying.,

Pointed threats, they bluff with scorn,
Suicide remarks are torn,
From the fools gold mouthpiece,
The hollow horn plays wasted words,
Proves to warn,
That he not busy being born,
Is busy dying.,

Temptations page flies out the door,
You follow, find yourself at war,
Watch waterfalls of pity roar,
You feel to moan but unlike before,
You discover,
That youd just be,
One more person crying.,

So dont fear if you hear,
A foreign sound to your ear,
Its alright, ma, im only sighing.,

As some warn victory, some downfall,
Private reasons great or small,
Can be seen in the eyes of those that call,
To make all that should be killed to crawl,
While others say dont hate nothing at all,
Except hatred.,

Disillusioned words like bullets bark,
As human gods aim for their mark,
Made everything from toy guns that spark,
To flesh -colored christs that glow in the dark,
Its easy to see without looking too far,
That not much,
Is really sacred.,

While preachers preach of evil fates,
Teachers teach that knowledge waits,
Can lead to hundred-dollar plates,

Goodness hides behind its gates,
But even the president of the united states,
Sometimes must have ,
Tostand naked.,

An though the rules of the road have been lodged,
Its only peoples games that you got to dodge,
And its alright, ma, i can make it., ,

Advertising signs that con you,
Into thinking youre the one,
That can do whats never been done,
That can win whats never been won,
Meantime life outside goes on,
All around you.,

You lose yourself, you reappear,
You suddenly find you 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.,

A question in your nerves is lit,
Yet you know there is no answer fit to satisfy,
Insure you not to quit,

To keep it in your mind and not fergit,
That it is not he or she or them or it,
That you belong to.,

Although the masters make the rules,
For the wise men and the fools,
I got nothing, ma, to live up to.,

Old lady judges watch people in pairs,
Limited in ***, they dare,
To push fake morals, insult and stare,
While money doesnt talk, it swears,
Obscenity, who really cares propaganda, all is phony.,

While them that defend what they cannot see,
With a killers pride, security,
It blows the minds most bitterly,

For them that think deaths honesty,
Wont fall upon them naturally,
Life sometimes,
Must get lonely.,

My eyes collide head-on with stuffed graveyards,
False gods, i scuff,
At pettinesswhich plays so rough,
Walk upside-down inside handcuffs,

Kick my legs to crash it off,
Say okay, i have had enough,
What else can you show me? ,

And if my thought-dreams could be seen,
Theyd probably put my head in a guillotine,
But its alright, ma, its life, and life only.