Over and over this picture just ain’t right It’s smoke in the mirrors and twisting of the light It never changes, seems it never will And over and over this picture can’t be real
I can follow you no more It’s all so hollow like before The weight of terrible conceit Is on your feet
I will suffer you no more It costs too much to fight this war The blood of long forgotten lands Is on your hands
I cannot linger anymore For time moves slower than before The deeds and dangers of the dead Upon your head