Is the war why we fought?
Was it a craving for the cost?
I lay awake at night to wonder
Why we never did surrender
Was it for the reward of a lover
Or the damage of a family?
Or did we not know
What would happen in the end
But we continued
For the rush of adrenaline?
Or was it the sadist deep inside
Wishing and praying for another fight
To watch as the blood falls
And paints the streets
A magnificent red
To go along
With the madness in my head
