Compassion Is a German Word - To Kill A King

Don’t be so arrogant

You ain’t no different

To anyone I’ve met

We’re all the heroes in our own film

Or maybe the villain in someone else’s

The Ned Flanders to someone’s Homer

The Cobain to someone’s Courtney

It’s the weight of this comforting thought

That keeps the gun locked safe in the drawer

Don’t be so destructive

You ain’t no different

To anyone I’ve met

We’re all fighting our own battles

Struggling to swallow some salty regrets

We all got a Caliban

And an Ariel fixed up in our minds

Dissecting every choice we make

Like some teenage cheerleader barking at the gate, I say

Compassion, compassion, compassion

Compassion, compassion, oh

Compassion, compassion, compassion

Is my weapon of-

Compassion, compassion, compassion

Co-co-co-co-co-co

Compassion, compassion, compassion

Is my weapon of choice

Don’t feel so guilty

You’ve not had a thought

Someone else hasn’t had

And if by some chance you did

Then that should be enough to die happy man

We’re all drowning in this darkness

That you see despite all our progress

Never seems to thin no matter

How long on this rock we’re spinning so I preach

Compassion, compassion, compassion

Compassion, compassion, oh

Compassion, compassion, compassion

Is my weapon of-

Compassion, compassion, compassion

Co-co-co-co-co-co

Compassion, compassion, compassion

Is my weapon of choice

Compassion, compassion, compassion

Compassion, compassion, oh

Compassion, compassion, compassion

Is my weapon of-

Compassion, compassion, compassion

Co-co-co-co-co-co

Compassion, compassion, compassion

Is my weapon of-

Compassion, compassion, compassion

Compassion, compassion, oh

Compassion, compassion, compassion

Is my weapon of-

Compassion, compassion, compassion

Co-co-co-co-co-co

Compassion, compassion, compassion

Is my weapon of choice