War On TV


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

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