The red rimmed eyes, the tears still run
The seas of faces, eyes upraised
He has laughed, he has cried
He's just the same as all the rest
He's not the worst, he's not the best
The march of fate, the broken will
A pointless life just run it's course
And still this ceaseless murmuring
Someone is lying very still
However did it come to this?
A girl who heard, a voice that lied
A face outside the window pane
The use of force, he was so tough
She'll soon submit, she's had enough
The sun that burned a fiery red
The vision of an empty bed
A man who ran, a child who cried
The empty screen, the vacant look
The babbling that I brook
A man in black on a snow white horse
He has fought, he has died
