Turncoat
Better sights were built on monuments of clichés

It's all over, no foresight, no design, it was hacked out in desperation
If you don't understand, you have never felt this

Better sights were chiseled out with razorblades and putty knives
At the end where were you

What made you think to bury skeletons in concrete
Did you know statues are only made to be looked at
Wars are always fought by children: you can't lie to children
It is summertime again