Long obituaries through arbitrary nights
Fighting for my Grandmother to live through unnecessary lights
As a child i skipped through flying kites, leading the film room and studying the good ol’ fights
The World through a book, i was a villain
Laced with irony, is that a paradox
Me vs Myself now that’s something i’d paid to see
Blood on the dance floor and a reflection of you and me
I cared about a world so careless, by my life for the perfect price
No soul to sell, the devil has it in hell
I’m a warmonger, a villain in this culture, so let’s build something thats fit to last
Warmonger 