I saw lines of soldiers returning home Wearing wooden overcoats Melancholy Parade Can you see the difference that they've made? No more gods and no more masters Take the deaths and put them past us Scattered voices strike a chord Put your guns down and sheath your swords Put your guns down and sheath your swords I began to look Closely at my skin And realised the stars and stripes Were seeping in I saw a bunch of colours And they did my eyes some harm Only then did I comprehend That I was in charge I saw towers fall And people die I saw the hunt for terror And the terrified Melancholy state People moving constantly afraid No more gods and no more masters Take the deaths and put them past us Scattered voices strike a chord Put your guns down and sheath your swords Put your guns down and sheath your swords I began to look Closely at my skin And realised the stars and stripes Were seeping in I saw a bunch of colours And they did my eyes some harm Only then did I comprehend That I was in charge I was in charge I was in charge I began to look Closely at my skin And realised the stars and stripes Were seeping in I saw a bunch of colours And they did my eyes some harm Only then did I comprehend That I was in charge