After it all stopped
When the lights stopped flickering
The air turned cold
The tanks ran dry
Nothing changed
Carry those stones to graves
Will to will
For another second

Yea you lose a little feeling along the way. Old wounds lose their sting.  The nasty **** you never thought yourself capable of turns to reflex. What comes natural is a sin in your past eyes. But you hold on to the best version of humanity you know.