No Man

A man that's torn; no face reflects pride we are humbled, forlorn. This land is desolate, seas of sand hypnotize your mind time doesn't stop but it does not exist society's entwined in falling behind. We are designed to rewind. Going back to what we know is what we do first. We thirst for blood and kill what we love. A man that's torn; no face reflects elation we are humbled, complacent. Ignorant, intoxicated. A man that's torn; is no man at all. Because he's torn in half, and is half as tall.