Run to the hills, the refugees are coming.To eat your dogs and steal your women.
3am as we lay in the black and our minds tick over, as the rest of the world sleeps a war rages.
Rushing waters, rusty ships, groaning fog horn and hulk wrecks, looming from the mist, your
Conscientiousness, that tortured place behind closed eyes. As the rest of the world sleeps a war rages
In me. At 3 am tonight, that still secret time of regret and ear ringing silence.Screaming bloody
Silence tick tock tick tock. That 6am alarm so far away and you know that you'll be broken by them,
Broken and finally snoozing. As the rest of the world sleeps a war rages in me"