The picture in your pocket says that something is wrong
Disbelief from a splintered mind trying to go on
Lack of budget set you free, said you don't belong
Acting through delusions believing you're ok

They're blaming the dead for lives they shred
It's all good profit

Through the horror, through the pain
The lone man lives today
Never sad and never lonely
On the surface he's ok

The aftershock from lack of perception raises concerns
Thoughtless carrying on, hope it all solves out
Blunt affect waved away, but inside it still burns
Disordered thoughts blocking the sense of reality

They're blaming the dead for lives they shred
It's all good profit

Through the horror, through the pain
The lone man lives today
Never sad and never lonely
On the surface he's ok
The hardened shell grows thicker through all sorrow and dismay
When his life is none but a tale, he's the one to blame

The mirror's talking back to you, understand the obscene
Perception of reality lost, ignorance becomes routine
Too afraid to see the obvious in front of you
The hardest part is to yourself admit that it's all true

Too late, too late to go back now

A failure with casualties it's all statistics
Instead of learning, bury it deep until it's history

Through the horror, through the pain
The lone man lives today

Never sad and never lonely
On the surface he's ok
The hardened shell grows thicker through all sorrow and dismay
When his life is none but a tale, he's the one to blame

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