Looking through the past 5 months
Sometimes I'm standing still
It's like I'm running on the spot
In a marathon uphill
Concentrate on yesterdays
I'm trying to move on
Sometimes it feels useless
It's like everybody's gone
But the war on my TV
Is emulated in my head
There's no guns or propaganda
Because my conscience fights instead
Well in the end I'm still the army
In the end there's only me
Another day of smoke and mirrors
That I'm expected to forget
Over it? It's over me
With situations I'll reject
But the war on my TV
Is emulated in my head
There's no guns or propaganda
Because my conscience fights instead
Well in the end I'm still the army
In the end there's only me
With all the rules we tend to break
People that you'll love or hate
It makes me sorry for that
Always sorry for that
I'll try and steal it for a picture frame
If it'll show you that it's not the same
It keeps me sorry for that
Always sorry for that
Well in the end I'm still the army
In the end there's only me
In the end I'm still the army
And it's always where I'll be