There’s a war. Inside
In the battlefield of my brain.
Should I stand and fight?
Or will it drive me insane?
I’m a rebel. You don’t like it?
Then just get out of my way.
You tell me you’re the future.
Well, the future is far away.
This is now.
This is me.
This is war.
I can feel you all around me.
All righteous not a doubt.
Well time to choose a weapon.
‘cause now I’m coming out.
Raise my head above the muck.
Take my aim, you’re outta luck.
But I drop my gun and duck.
‘cause the enemy.
The face I see
Is me.
~Shorty~
 
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