The Noble Lie - Strengthen What Remains

I never gave up on the dream

The dream gave up on me

Says the man on the street

Who lost it all in pursuit of health

Wealth and prosperity

Tattered clothes, raspy voice

The smell of bourbon on his breath

Belligerent.

Incoherent.

cast aside

Left alone with the demons that dwell inside his mind

The scourge of society

If only you could see the horrors

Those jaundiced eyes have seen

Maybe you would understand

Why he tries to drown out the memories with the strongest of drinks

This is his return for years of service to his country

No home.

No job.

No family

«I tried to follow the dream but it had its way with me.»

So he gathers enough chane for one more bottle of his drink of choice

He raises his glass and proposes a toast, to irony

Rethink.

Rethink.

Rethink

Question everything

Scraping from the bottom of the melting pot

Trying to find some dignity

I finally gave up on the dream

This is how it feels to be free