There will be no parades for the likes of us The wars we fight are doomed to be lost I’ve seen the reflections of my broken blood The callous deception of never giving up
No stranger to the cause No stranger to these wars
We dream no more no shock and awe Nowhere to go for rock and roll A blue screen for a tribal heart The sequels of forgotten wars
I twist and I turn towards apocalypse I pose for effect before your deadly kiss Echo echo in a chamber of purity To a lip-synced moral maze soliloquy
No stranger to this cause Still a stranger in these parts
Progressive thoughts for idle hands Platforms for corrupted friends A blue screen for a tribal heart The sequels of forgotten wars
No medication left to take Just defeat and the bitterest of tastes A blue screen for a drama whore The sequels of forgotten wars