Every War:

You come like the winter mist;

The trees are now just silhouettes;

I breathe your vapors in my chest;

My gates are open wide.

Ivy climbs to clothe the trees;

Creeping up to choke the leaves;

Growing from the dirt beneath;

We were once the same.

In my chest is a war,

In my veins the trenches,

But compromise will not resolve the tension.

We must move on.

Ever war is a civil war.

Hold your fire, ease your pose;

Drop your guns but first your stones;

All my men are dust and bones.

Return to your father’s land.

Everything I have believed 

Is at the foot of my bed;

Scorched and melted, there is little left.

In my chest is a war,

In my veins the trenches,

But compromise will not resolve the tension.

We must move on.

Ever war is a civil war.

And they rage, and they rage

And they rage, and they rage

In my head and in my chest

In my head and in my chest

Ever war is a civil war.