Now I'm home, but I don't care,
cause my mind is still over there re-enacting scenes of horror and death.
And this blind, bleak despair, like I'm running out of air
growing heavier with every breath.
When at last I thought I'd escaped from the nightmare
it seems that I just can't purge my thoughts of those who fell,
giving their lives to advance the plans of a war contractor
Sometime I wish that I had died there...
I can see but I just don't care
Eyes glazed over in the thousand yard stare.
If I could speak for those who speak no more
I couldn't tell you what they gave their lives for.
Was it freedom? Democracy?
Was it misguided policy lashing out in blind irrational fear?
Till we can't see our enemies from the innocent casualties
in the crosshairs of a war profiteer
I can see but I just don't care
Eyes glazed over in the thousand yard stare.
If I could speak for those who speak no more
I couldn't tell you what they gave their lives for.
And I can see miles from here, I can see miles from here,
I can see all the pain and the despair of an arbitrary war.
Miles from here, I can see miles from here,
I can see all the pain and the despair of an arbitrary war.
I can see, I can hear, but I'm miles away from here
There's no coming up for air from the thousand yard stare.
I can see, I can hear, but I'm miles away from here
There's no coming up for air from the thousand yard stare.
I can see but I just don't care
Eyes glazed over in the thousand yard stare.
If I could speak for those who speak no more
I couldn't tell you what they gave their lives for.
And this desperation feels like I'm running out of air
And my countenance is frozen in the thousand yard stare...