Wage War
In this place you call home
It's the gallows, where they all want you die
With your friends and your family
Tell 'em all off
Wage war, sanctuary boy
So you take what you get
And give nothing but your regrets
To the ones in your company
Tell 'em all off
Wage war, sanctuary boy
This place that you were calling home,
You find it all so terrible
The thought that you need something more
Inside these walls...
Though these walls are safe and warm
Outside I feel a swarm of storms
There's a chance that I might
That I might, I might, I'll fight
Wage war, sanctuary boy
So come on, come on, come on fight me!
Autor(es): Circa Vitae