In battle, no, I've never been,
But I can feel it deep within,
Waging beneath my false grin.
Thoughts die and things are left amiss
And when they choose to resurface
It's with a bloody sort of twist.
Can you see it? Say you do.
Even if it isn't true.
When have I ever lied to you?
In battle, no, I've never been,
But I swear it's come and gone again,
Fickle beneath my false grin.
The apocalypse is dawning slow,
I can't fight it, even though
The armies under my command echo
With armor of the strongest kind
And pacts made of the strongest bind,
For they'd only be charging blind.
In battle, no, I've never been,
But I can tell justice from sin
And I'm telling you from under my false grin.
Their siblings born and lost and dead
Take over in my howling head.
They paint themselves in all the blood they've bled.
Advancing, limping, lost inside
The bodies they've disfigured, dyed.
I've heard them and I've broken, cried,
Long into the sorrows of the night,
Every shadow grown painfully bright,
The opposite of fall is flight,
But I can't even breathe, you see?
I beg for you and beg for me,
But we are both hostage in a sea
Of the battle to which I've never been,
The battle I keep deep within,
But now it overflows- what then?
What do we do? Say what we do,
Even if it isn't true,
When have I ever lied to you?
Help me.
For, love, this is the end.
