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?
