As we talked i lost my path
Grinding teeth and wringing hands
So far from where we lead
So far from where we bleed
Anxious words you think yourself
But its the self that draws this hell
Where are we now?
And when you fire, fire away
Finding faith in anything
Not to question, not to question
Fire away, fire away
Doubts of why we're lead astray
I've spent time, nine times nine
Listening to fools glisten and gleem
Riot and scream, over the wrong things
And this is what it is to feel!
And the games we play no patriot would
When we only think of allegiance
And this no war story you could understand
This isn't life: this is beauty through pain
This is beauty through forgiveness
This is my war story
This could be our war story
Back to the bottom, up from the top
Is there a market for this?