He’s Lost the Trace

He’s lost the trace of each new face that he has witnessed
He saw more dead than someone’s able to forget
Lust and wrath, pride and sloth it’s all just folders

Indifference in the eyes is only his disguise for inner anguish
And every restless day makes aspiration decay until it’s vanished
Swindlers play, vile betray, it’s all just papers in the end

He used to have a cause to fight against the odds
Now only grim resolve fills up his restless soul
Widow’s tears, destroyed careers it’s just statistics

Those who climb too high neglecting human life has no atonement
And gears of the machine that he’s taught to spin will be their torment
Right or wrong weak or strong it’s just a gravestone in the end