[bad word] out to the edge where it is quiet
Where the ink will drain right out of you
Far below, the sea and its convictions
Get broken by the beach out of your view

And once there was a time to join the army
And once there was a time to hear the news
And once there was a time for easy silence
But now the jury waits for you

You're caught between the mirror and the country
And caught up in a prayer of liars' words
The hounds are on your scent, you must move swiftly
Their spies just tellin' lies of what they heard

And once there was a time to join the army
And once there was a time to hear the news
And once there was a time for easy silence
But now the jury waits for you

So make yourself a mask of chrome and heartaches
And give yourself a hand to turn away
Once you heard a choir when you were dreamin'
And you wish you could remember it today

And there may be a time to join the army
And there may be a time to hear the news
And there may be a time for easy silence
But now the jury waits for you