War
Who am I?
I am alive for
For the very first time
Scratch your back
The bleeding's almost done
This disease will take us one by one
God has plans for all of us and you
So why can't I believe that this is true
Don't be nervous
I'm not angry yet
But slip your tongue and fire won't forget
Bite your fingernails, damage done
Fists will fly like birds beneath the sun