Texty: Warriors (The). War Is Hell Redux. More Than Metaphor.

Tonight
This life
This plan
This fight
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 what?s real
Like setting sun the desperate glory fades
Old lies so sweet can taste so true
But strip away: a death obsession, a gimmick, a clever cloak
And of your brave now broken world what will remain?
This war means more than metaphor
This fight is all too real
The front lines are right here
Tonight
This life
This plan
This fight
Tonight
This life
This plan
This fight