Every life in it's own way

Is a state of mortal fight

Every person is a nation

All warring in the night.

The battlefield is waiting

The lie that I believe

For me to step out in the wreckage

And one of us to leave.

All I'm seeing is the fallen

Those weak and gone before

They saw the lie and flinched

Let it invade their core.

I see it rising from the dust

And standing up to tower

Over me so frail and small

And trying not to cower.

I know what it would do to me

My life it'd try to take

But I've a weapon it can't match

That's angels in my wake.