Death is my only friend

Silence is a means to an end

Down the river we flow

Target tattooed on my back

The lions ready to attack

There is no where else to go

I've got nothing but scars

Knives in the back of my heart

My shield gleaming bright

My skin laced with fright

Time follows the moon light

We're at war

No friends no foes

Wer'e at war

Just us, our fears and our hopes

Everyone's wearing masks

Can't tell whose from the past

We're at war.

We slave the innocent

We whip out their truth

We shackle the imprisoned

Without proof

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