War is a hallucinogenic work of art…
Soaring with a magazine.
Ripping the pages from the start…
Their fists wrapped around Kalashnikov's throat.
As if attempting to drain the blood from our hearts.
It's going off like a clockwork grenade.

One day you'll see…
You know,
I don't believe in fate anymore than it believes in me.

The beast sounds the bullhorn…
Time for it's comrades to come calling.
Indicating one thing…and appearing as another.
It's as if this masquerade is destined to fade.
I'll watch you incinerate in the sunset.
As I relax in the shade.

And one day they'll see…
Everyone knows…that…
I don't believe in fate anymore than it believes in me.

Such an arrogant sound….
Charging their weapons, trying not to disrupt the ground.
I will not stay in the shadows any longer while…
They build our graves.
The future is a distant memory
But it's time to make that change.

And…
One day you'll see…
You know,
I don't believe in fate anymore than it believes in me.
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