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This Is War

Painting words with grey-washed sunlight,
Scratching skin, saying it's alright.
Secondhand smoke and a love for the stars,
Envelope me in the pitch-black sky,
And don't ever let go.

Winter days and summer nights,
Think of all the memories,
Crystallized in cyanide.
Don't forget the days that we said we could love,
The hatred got into our veins and turned us against it.

It's warfare now.
Blood against blood, stain the sky red.
No nights under the stars,
Saying we could make it work and saying it would be fine.
Point your gun,
Keeping the dream alive, slaughter everyone that runs.
Don't tell me this is temporary,
This is permanent, this is tough love.

Winter days and summer nights,
Think of all the memories,
Crystallized in cyanide.
Don't forget the days that we said we could love,
The hatred got into our veins and turned us against it.

Girls with long, flowing hair,
War paint and tears are fashion now.
Ripped-up dreams and ripped-up dresses,
This is what you get when you're on the battlefield.
Oh, the battlefield, oh, oh.

-guitar solo, powerful at the beginning, decreases as it goes on-

-quiet, almost a whisper, yet not quite-
Winter days and summer nights,
Think of all the memories,
Crystallized in cyanide.
Don't forget the days that we said we could love,
The hatred got into our veins and turned us against it.

-instrumental, fades out-

This is war,
This is war,
This is the child of everything we hated.