Plans of War

You are such a clever lie

Cuz I can never figure why

I keep running back to you

Why I do the things I do

I smell the fresh scent of your breathe

But know you merely breathe out death

The trick and scheme is never new

You mask the lie, and hide what’s true

So here is what I’ll do:

I’ll curse the man you’ve built in me

And tear apart each stone building

I’ll run to the nearest open road

And rip off all these shameful clothes

I’ll wait till your memory is gone

As long as the light in the sky lives on

And still I’ll wait just to be found

And until then I won’t make a sound