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?