It's a war zone in the dark.
Paint your chest an easy mark.
For an army's brand new soldiers afraid to contradict their orders.
And the children will comply, 'Cause they watched their brothers die.
On their loss will form a scar...and it makes them who they are.

Morning has come, the coroner's done.
What's left of his friend will go to his head.
The village steps back afraid of attack.
While who he will be is blamed on TV.

I have seen the wreckage in the yard.

Outgrows his toys to hang with the boys.
No brother steps in, his rage will raise him.
The village stands by, worse no one denies,
The boy will become the world he comes from.

I have seen the wreckage in the yard.
Never has the easy felt so hard.

Paint another tear where the real ones should appear.

We toss our stones into our neighbor's yard.

Morning will don the war is withdrawn.
A couple of hours, the sky loses power.
Red will abide on streets they walk by.
School's are in session but don't teach the lesson.

I have seen the wreckage in the yard.

Labeled by others with all of his brothers.
And every chance for him to advance
Is gone like a shot at the village's heart
And where he had been, a younger steps in.

I have seen the wreckage in the yard.
Never has the wreckage stretched so far.

Cover the scars, don't want this to be who we are.

Paint another tear where the real ones should appear.

We toss our stones into the neighbor's yard.