Tears of unreality under empty sky
Wounds took place of skin and a last cigarette
I have no room in my heart or in my eyes
To be the man for whom I've no regret
I am the real in a fake world

Battles that leave flesh and led
Those make the living live the dead
And who is that knocking on my door
Floating with his ego above my flour
A lost soldier, childish and brave
Excuse me mate, this is not your grave
This is not my war, this is not my fight
"please let me go quietly in to the night"
I am excaliver in a knightless realm

Enemies when I close my eyes
Hands in my pocket when I scratch my hair
I vanish without even leaving a trace
When you all busy in your bloody carnival fair
You seem to be in all the small places
Build you a fortress sealed with white picket fence
Take your dog to the county park
Where the county sheriff keeps the county peace
Treats the herbman like a rapest at least
Then the tension increase
The revolution will unleash the beast
And as long as you're greedy it won't cease.
I love you in a loveless plane.