Fighting the fingers
That creep to the blade
To carve all the feelings
Into the God-made

Fighting desire
Fighting to feel
For unbroken veins,
For black scars to heal

I'm fighting.

Not with a weapon
Yet I'm fighting still
Pacifist? No.
I'm fighting to kill
(I'm fighting with will)

Murder the demons
Of insanity
Slaughter the leeches
Of bold vanity

I'm fighting
I'm fighting!

Victory's won
When my sword is discarded
And the bloodshed is done