For so long chaos was all you knew,
And troubled thoughts, they only grew and grew
Until a web of lies was weaved,
But how long can it really last,
Steering blindfolded and oh, so fast,
The calm after the storm,
Is a strange place - I warn you,
When the coup de grace sets you free,
Catch yourself daydreaming about violence,
'Cause you're not used to the silence,
Of camaraderie,
Balanced on the edge of a crumbling wall,
With a sad excuse to make yourself look tall,
Showing of your bruised up knees,
There's no one left for you to impress,
The crowd below you couldn't care less,
The calm after the storm,
Is a strange place - I warn you,
When the coup de grace sets you free,
Catch yourself daydreaming about violence,
'Cause you're not used to the silence,
Of camaraderie,
Surprised how quickly things can change,
Deranged to quiet and back again,
When will the madness end,
You wake up from a jolt of fear,
Feels like you've been sleeping for one hundred years,
The calm after the storm,
Is a strange place - I warn you,
When the coup de grace sets you free,
Catch yourself daydreaming about violence,
'Cause you're not used to the silence,
Of camaraderie.