More Than a Metaphor
by The Warriors· from War Is Hell Redux
tonight. this life. this plan. this fight. we found our rhythm in the rage. that burning light that needs no stage. though left with nothing you forget. through nothingness we smash. rework. to build upon whats real. like settin sun the despreate glory fades. old lies so sweet can taste so true. but strip away: a death obsession, a gimmick, a cleaver cloak. and of our brave now broken world what remain? this war means more than a metaphor. this fight is all to real. the front lines are right here.....