She’s lost now on her own
I heard her calling on my telephone
My mind wanders as my soul becomes one
Plagued by the plight of the sun
I see monsters crawling, on the run
Smoke coming from my jealous gun
These leaves they fall
Burning in the wind, Fresh scent on the walls
He can’t hear you when you call
Don’t mask the hate within your please
Calling for help
Something to hold onto
To stand in the cold
Light this night with kerosene
She’s lost in the forest, she ran away
Calling out in the distance, screaming her name
Sitting with this curse as my heart and my brain become one
Plagued by the plight of the sun
I see destruction everywhere I run
Smoke coming from my jealous gun
You look at me with those sorrowful eyes
Underneath all the lies
I’ve told myself on lonely years
Underneath it all
That I could overcome these childlike fears
I could persevere
Don’t worry as it starts to rain
Rain gives way to a sun
So let’s dash along and pretend to have fun
Warmonger 