Broken men cause things to break
But what is left at the end of the day?
When all is said and done, lost and won
Pain an unacknowledged cost
The minds of men won't understand
The most complex thing made simple
Too little and too late but always the same
They do it again
One thing, then a chain of events
What drove that stone to break the glass?
Like the ripples of a pond
Consequences come to pass
What use is regret with a million deaths?
A crime and a sentence is not always the truth
But it's good enough for them.