War, an essence of cold
Leaving your heart thrown out in the cold
It’s like having an open wound with nothing but salt round
Feeling really lonely because you have no family around
Lost Intention, don’t mention the blood on your hands
Crying out, because it’s not yours and it’s stained your hands
It’s like having death on hand
You must be the grim reaper
Many thoughts just making your depression deeper
Feelings only expressed by tears, finally realizing fears
Wishing to be away from everything, in your own biosphere
With no war, no hate, or cruel intentions
Just hanging with family where war is not mentioned
Where is my brother?
Haven’t seen him in a couple years
Further digging the hole so I’ll drown in my fears; tears
Just trying to get my mind to veer, go off track
Just a little at least
Let me see my opponent, worthy of recognition?
Damn it’s my brother I can’t believe it
Can you feel the tension?
I think I’m going crazy or can u still hear him screaming?
He’s dead and so is my heart
You’ve got to watch who you kill
‘Cause remember their part, is of your part.