September 24, 2012
This is what you call war
Well, I call it peace
You say it's a fight to the end
I say that the fire has ceased

You tell me our world's on fire
I say it's frozen over solid
You swear up and down we're dead
I promise, our lives are valid

You call this a personal hell
I named it our ideal, perfect heaven
You say we're out of luck, we're thirteen
I say it's about to turn, number seven

Contradictions run through your head
You believe the lies, I speak the truth
Take our pictures, side by side and see
You're savage, I'm full of couth

Look to the sky, you see red
I search for the stars, the color is white
Your twisted perspective on this
Makes it hard to see I'm the one who's right

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