Dead Confederate
The News Underneath
Sanity is easy, relaxed, complacentBut the soldier shot twice quits keeping scoreChild's eyes wild, innocent sightCrushed and misgiven', presented for showTripped and betrayed, a fool for a playA campfire raged as the shells hit the groundTwo fell as shots rang, three ran in lineForever burned in the back of his mindIt's so easy for you all to put the low ones downA quiet tongue don't mean they won't hear the soundYou got the devil's stare in a room of thornsBut they only prick when the heads are turnedI sing and I pray for fate to attainAnd bring to my door a map and a clueOf where you were, It's all sort of blurredThe day your heart gave up on youYou just see the ordinary, ain't got time to readThe news that's written underneath every articleBlind-sided by the weight of conscience in your headStaring down the ones you meet because they try their bestThe ink has dried, but you've skipped aheadIs it all in your head cause you ain't got a heart?
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