THIS MEANS WAR
[INTRO]
This feels like war…
This means war.
[VERSE 1]
Feeling like we’re ten feet tall,
Then in the distance — a flash, a call.
Something threatening moving in,
The enemy’s here — let it begin.
Warning sounds —
RAISE THE DEFENSES!
Prepare for attack,
No turning back.
Bring it on — fight, fight,
Can we make it through tonight?
I’m scared,
Fear moves through me like a ghost.
I’m scared,
Fear is all I know the most.
Fear is my reality,
Twisting my perception.
The enemy marches forward,
Breaking every line of protection.
Where has freedom gone?
Slowly disappearing.
What the hell are we fighting for?
Nobody’s even hearing.
Peace?
Freedom?
Justice?
SHOULD I JUST RUN AWAY?
What the fuck are we fighting for?
I DON’T KNOW ANYMORE.
Fuck it…
RUN AWAY.
[CHORUS]
Whoa-oh — this means WAR!
War, war — this means war!
Say no more, grab your weapons,
This means war!
Whoa-oh — I can’t feel anymore,
War, war — this means war.
Numbing my reality,
I can’t feel anymore.
Pain is all I see,
Fear of death inside of me.
I can’t even remember yesterday,
I can’t remember my name.
I can’t even think,
Reality is fading.
Paralyzed — I cannot move,
While the whole world’s breaking.
What the hell are we fighting for?
The future’s fucked anyway.
War, war — this means war.
War, war — THIS MEANS WAR.
[RAP VERSE 2]
Arm in arm, shoulder to shoulder,
Every second getting colder.
Weapons raised, orders screamed,
Nothing’s ever what it seemed.
Raging madness in my head,
Every thought is painted red.
Can’t hear shit — the world’s gone mute,
Finger shaking on the trigger — shoot.
Aim the gun.
Take the breath.
Pull the trigger.
Life or death.
Kill or be killed — that’s what they say,
Survive tonight, then die someday.
Protect yourself, don’t hesitate,
One wrong move decides your fate.
Paralyzed, paranoid,
Mind destroyed, reality void.
Numb inside, accepting fate,
Is this destiny — or is it too late?
Test is over — did I pass?
Did I fail?
Will I last?
Darkness closing, vision black,
No road home, no turning back.
Death comes closer, whispers low,
Maybe death’s the only friend I know.
Dying young beneath this sky…
WAIT—
WHERE IS ALL THIS BLOOD COMING FROM?
What the fuck…
I’ve been hit.
[BRIDGE / BUILD]
More, more — let’s start this war,
Two times two still equals four.
This is war.
This is war.
Four, four — give me more,
I don’t even know anymore.
Stop.
Hear the silence…
Reckoning.
Come on —
Let’s go to war.
Three times three —
You want some more?
Nine, nine —
We’re doing fine.
More, more —
Let’s fight this war!
I CAN’T DO THIS AGAIN!
War, war —
This is war.
WHAT THE FUCK ARE WE FIGHTING FOR?
More, more…
NOT ANYMORE.
I can’t feel anything.
[GUITAR SOLO]
Whoa-oh — war, war,
This means war.
THIS MEANS WAR.
Whoa-oh — war, war,
This means war.
THIS MEANS WAR.
[FINAL CHORUS]
Whoa-oh — this means WAR!
War, war — this means war!
Say no more, no more,
This means war!
Whoa-oh — I can’t feel anymore,
War, war — this means war.
Numbing