If i know one thing
Then that's one thing too much
So I keep my mouth shut
And stay out of touch
The television holds me hostage to it's dial
Communication has broken down, meanwhile
The truth's getting hard to ignore
And I'm just waiting...
Self-conscripted
Mission unknown
Intel is twisted
Suspicion's grown
I've seen enough to know the[ trouble in store
And I'm just waiting for the war
I'll build a cabin
Way out in the woods
I'll hunt for rabbit
I'll barter for goods
If someone finds me, I'll have changed my face and name
I'll say "go about your business and let me do the same"
And i'll post up back at my door
And keep waiting
Without a weapon
Army of one
I got no money
I ain't out here for the fun
And i don't believe in anything I did before
Im just waiting for the war