Full Of War

I tore my life in two Pulled the ends apart Are you seeing who you want to see 'Cause I feel caught in the middle I'm both the sinner And the gentleman at heart And I accept that without questioning 'Cause I'm so sick of the riddle I'm caught between

I see it every time that I'm walking around Too many broken faces pointed straight to the ground A brand new beaten posture that is built by the weight Of a brand new world And I can't help but notice there's a subtle worry looming The broken state o