War

Could I be wrong, or did I just watch you cut your own throat to maintain a sense of control?

Within, where logic sleeps with the pigs

I'm half in your world, so you drag me down with your ship

Lead us into war, leave the real world behind

Give in to scorn

Burn, run and hide

Waging our war has give me something pure to believe in

From my moral high ground I'm up here looking down at the parasites snapping at the air

And I guess I'm still somewhat confused

You put a grenade in your mouth and pulled the pin out in the hope that I'd get hurt by the blast

I offered to drop, even begged you to stop, for your own worthless sake

And I meant what I said

But you had to defile and then hid like a child

Let the grownups clean over the mess that you'd made do you feel shame?

I can see the waves rushing from your shores

I can hear the praise running from your door

You sacrificed your name and all that you've worked for

Just to feed your scorn