Battlefield

Questions. Too many questions. I second guess this,
Offences, how can you sense this, avoid consensus,
It tenses, intense suspenses, failing expenses,
Death is, I rest in trenches, pull up defences

Ay breathe, man. Just breathe. So you’ll live to see.
A world where there’s hope! There’s no sarcasm, we’d
Love to talk to ya, we’ll not lure ya to hall’oujah I plead;
This nuke will make everything better, mate! Don’t you believe? 

FUCK-no, I’m not gull-i-bull, I’m here call-ing bull, it’s
Cut-throat, body tally’s-full, men follo-wing you, and
Your-clothes, you’re wearing sheep-wool, but you are *the*-wolf,
Death-row, your wars are see-through, we are not e-qual.

But how dare I speak out, right? 
How can I have a voice in the light? 
I must be silenced and turn off my mind,
Coz if I say something I’m the problem overnight

yeah it’s hard not to want something badly,
When the world is so damn demanding.
It’s like when you stand up coz you feel so tough,
You get downed with a shit sal-ary

But all I wanted from this life is some smiles,
To never have to think of bad shit for a while
To never *need* to think “oh maybe I should quit”
To never have to think that it’s all survival.

It’s all a denial. How can I be trialed? 
I throw all my coins in so it’s all in a pile,
I run far away, but each time I run-a-mile,
I die a little inside, death on speed dial, 

Why the stress? Why must we depress?
Why aren’t we obsessed-in, not getting test-ed
Not getting pressur-ed, not getting bested
By all the west-ends and their bloody crests, and how about confess this;

what the fuck even are we to you now?
Are we actually people or does that crown 
make it so no matter how many in the crowd;
We scream in sync, but don’t make a sound? 

How useless are we? Our people hardly wanna have a party,
they can’t leave, the faith they buh-lieve (believe), we just wanna partly
Ditch the army, I’m not a smarty, but I swear it’s on me;
upon me, it’s debt too costly, the pressure I can’t breathe…

And maybe the war isn’t overseas. Maybe it’s here in the chest of me.
Every night at 2:03; I draft my own emergency
You tell me breathe? so I breathe. You tell me believe? so I leave.
My doubts at the door, just like sheep, But I’ve seen what, wolves achieve

You sell peace in a missile-shaped shell,
Call it heaven, dress it like hell,
Promise the blast will make us well; 
Funny how your peace sounds like a funeral’s bell 

No crown. No nuke. No marching sound
Don’t drown. Don’t fluke. Don’t play around.
Just me fighting a war, That lives in my skull.
Just you witnessing gore, Realising it gets dull.