The Shift

I didn't feel the change but don't feel the same

I never knew a shift was happening

The scenery just seemed to be

Stuck on, stuck on, stuck on repeat

All of my memories are just a colorful blur

Feels like I'm falling, falling, falling in reverse

In the art of war (In the art of war)

What are we fighting for?

We go from silence to sirens without a space between

We are a violent virus without a remedy

In a wild lust, we've opened up

A whole new world set to self destruct

My innocence just seemed to be

Slipping, slipping, slipping away

All that we've managed to make is just  comfortable cage

Oh God, I gotta get out, get out, get out of this place

In the art of war (In the art of war)

What are we fighting for?

We go from silence to sirens without a space between

We are a violent virus without a remedy

Art, war

What are we fighting for?

Art, war

What are we dying for?

Art, war

What are we fighting for?

Art, war

What are we dying for?

We go from silence to sirens without a space between

(Without a space between)

We are a violent virus without a remedy

(Without a remedy)

We are a violent virus without a remedy