Walking below but feeling so tall.
Preaching my words while knowing nothing at all.
Surrounded by people but reality is shown.
These people are ghosts, we are all alone.
No trust in ourselves, no faith in our heart.
Everyone's goal is to tear eachother apart.
With eyes on our back and a shield on our arm.
For your the only person to keep you from harm.
But no battle is won, all is lost.
We'll fight to the end at any cost.
We're an army of one, a one man band.
We don't need anyone to hold our hand.
We distance ourselves, loners they say.
But we don't need attention to make us O.K.
