The News Underneath - Dead Confederate

Sanity is easy, relaxed, complacent

But the soldier shot twice quits keeping score

Child’s eyes wild, innocent sight

Crushed and misgiven', presented for show

Tripped and betrayed, a fool for a play

A campfire raged as the shells hit the ground

Two fell as shots rang, three ran in line

Forever burned in the back of his mind

It’s so easy for you all to put the low ones down

A quiet tongue don’t mean they won’t hear the sound

You got the devil’s stare in a room of thorns

But they only prick when the heads are turned

I sing and I pray for fate to attain

And bring to my door a map and a clue

Of where you were, It’s all sort of blurred

The day your heart gave up on you

You just see the ordinary, ain’t got time to read

The news that’s written underneath every article

Blind-sided by the weight of conscience in your head

Staring down the ones you meet because they try their best

The ink has dried, but you’ve skipped ahead

Is it all in your head cause you ain’t got a heart?