A battle getting to work, you fight for every lane. A battle paying for coffee, the troops will fumble for change. You make your way to the office. You draw your line in the sand. A hot knife sliding through butter, they're going to meet your demands.
You love your war. You love the bodies stacked to blot out the sun. You love the beauty, a coat of phosphorous white across the ...stars. You love the love of the fight. You love your war.
A battle looking for love, the kind of love you can keep and look at, locked up in cages. Security helps you sleep. You fight the clock on the wall. You fight the passing of days, and through a lens of corrosion, a war, in multiple ways.
You love your war and setting fire and spreading fear as you go. You never tire. When all your world is a battle you love the life that you know. You've come to settle the score. You love your war.
Suppose the powers that be decide to schedule a war and only one person shows up and understands what it's for. I guess they'd win it by forfeit. They win whatever it's worth. A love of life lived in combat; of scalpels, scraping the earth.
released December 6, 2012
Mario Costa, Tim Catz and Mike Means: Bassists.
Kevin Grant: singer.
Ed Macomber: drummer.
Recorded by Trevor Vaughan @ The Colisseum.
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