Paroles - More Than Metaphor
We found our rhythm in the rage.
That burning light that needs no stage.
Though left with nothing you forget.
Through nothingness we smash.
To build upon what’s real.
Like setting sun the desperate glory fades.
Old lies so sweet can taste3 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...