We've been combing thru the wreckage but the message wasn't clear
The monster is growing, feeding on the insecurity and fear
There were no tell-tale signs that night
No fight or flight emotions seen
Reports from witnesses that night recount events out of a dream

Only scars remain from what was once a future bright
I'm sifting thru the aftermath in the dimmest light

The clean up and newsroom crews went out for brews, proud of their work
It's hard to stay impartial dear, when you say it with a smirk

Only scars remain from what was once a future bright
I'm sifting thru the aftermath in the dimmest light

This makes things more difficult
This makes things more difficult

False projection aimed at anybody
Made up narratives became the story
No ceremony for the dear departed
This fight was over long before it started