War of Words

I feel a little breeze in my hair Enjoy the rain that slowly runs over my face Words are like weapons in my hand Unspoken, but ready to be propelled Like a wall of death, we’re standing there Like wolves on the hunt, we don’t know fear Prepared for the fight, the enemy is in sight We start to run, hear the sirens of hell The rain’s mixed with mud, the battle begins Today’s not my time, it’s not my time to die Warrior Prepare for the battle The war of words Roars through the weather I feel a little breeze in my hair But it’s not rain, it’s blood that runs over my face Wonder when the pain is going to end The battle’s won, but the war’s still to win Like a wall of death, we’re standing strong The rain’s mixed with blood, the battle goes on Today’s not my time, it’s not my time to die Can’t hold on much longer, I cut the line I choke on your bucket full of lies Every time I try to see you spit dirt into my eyes My heart is already buried deep Six feet under and still it beats The thing that you call love is the last thing that I need