The Sane Man’s Lament 50.1 [EXPLICIT]

[Intro] (Slow, somber piano melody builds with a faint, low hum of static) (Distorted guitar swells in the background) [Verse 1] I’m sitting in the iron shell, watching the rain hit the glass Thinking ‘bout a country that we let slip into the past I saw a man, a Sentinel, standin’ tall and brave Just reaching for a phantom right, a ghost he tried to save But the Zealot didn't like the words, didn’t like the tone So they broke the Sentinel’s spirit, and they broke his bone. Yeah, the radius and the ulna, snapped like winter wood In the name of a “Greater Justice” that no one understood. [Chorus] Oh, where is the land of the sane? Where the blood doesn’t wash down the drain of the street? When the Magistrate smiles while the humble retreat And the Shadow-Broker whispers, “It’s all for the best” While the heart of the people is ripped from its chest. We’re pushed to the edge, we’re pushed to the right Searching for a candle in a long, cold night. [Verse 2] I look at these hands, they’re stained with the grease and the ink It’s getting harder to breathe, it’s getting harder to think The Herald stands there watching, with a camera and a pen Recording the fall of the giants, the breaking of men. They say the Puppet-Master is pulling on the wire Setting the map and the borders on a slow-burning fire If the Crown becomes the enemy, and the Shield turns to a sword Then who is left to carry the message of the Lord? [Bridge] (Music intensifies – heavy drums and soaring strings) The Sentinel didn't flinch! The Sentinel didn't crawl! Even when the Enforcer pushed him 'gainst the wall! You can break the arm, you can silence the tongue But you can’t stop the song that’s already been sung! From the hearing room floors to the gravel and the grit We’re tired of the fire, but we’re fueled by it! [Guitar Solo] (Aggressive, bluesy, weeping guitar solo that mirrors the frustration of the speaker) [Chorus] Oh, where is the land of the sane? Where the blood doesn’t wash down the drain of the street? When the Magistrate smiles while the humble retreat And the Shadow-Broker whispers, “It’s all for the best” While the heart of the people is ripped from its chest. We’re pushed to the edge, we’re pushed to the right Searching for a candle in a long, cold night. [Outro] (Music drops to a single, haunting piano note) A broken arm... A broken vow... Is there anybody left... Who's sane right now? (Fade to silence with the sound of a car engine idling) [End]