We line up in the streets and we’re marching to the beat
of a sound we never heard before.
We love and we defeat or we fight and we retreat
but we always come back for more.
And it’s never over here and it’s never very clear
who shot first, but we hit the floor.
And we will war. And we will war.
In our minds we war.
In our hearts we war.
In our hands we war.
And what’s it all for?
What’s it all for?
Now we see the light of day and we pray our sins away;
Box ‘em up and then lock the door.
We cover up our face with emotions out of place
‘til the murmur becomes a roar.
Cries of pain, tears of shame, coming up at us again.
Numb it up, and we hit the floor.
And we will war. And we will war.
In our minds we war.
In our hearts we war.
In our hands we war.
And what’s it all for?
What’s it all for?
We will love we will lie we will laugh and then we’ll die,
and when we live we will war.
We will hate and we will cry and we’ll say that we’re alive,
and after death we will war.
We will war.
