Strato Edge
War Child
Monday, 5 a.m.
No sleep again
It's time to rearrange
Re-explain
The lights are dimmed
On what I can see in
Nothing's there
As I drove away
I let the sad song play
The world doesn't even look the same
From my front porch
News of today
Forces me to look away
Pretend it's gone
Pretend I'm gone
He once sat as the King of his throne
Now he's twisted, hollow bone
This is war...
War...
That I don't condone!
When all is said and done
And the politcians have had their fun
I'll be the one...
I'll be the one...
Left empty handed
No sleep again
It's time to rearrange
Re-explain
The lights are dimmed
On what I can see in
Nothing's there
As I drove away
I let the sad song play
The world doesn't even look the same
From my front porch
News of today
Forces me to look away
Pretend it's gone
Pretend I'm gone
He once sat as the King of his throne
Now he's twisted, hollow bone
This is war...
War...
That I don't condone!
When all is said and done
And the politcians have had their fun
I'll be the one...
I'll be the one...
Left empty handed