The beauty of a living thing
is not the atoms
that go into it,
but the mystery
that they were put together.
Teach him to hate.
To hate not for himself
but for the ones he sees around.
For the women and children, the helpless, the broken,
and his country burning down.
The seas are rough,
his tension's high,
so start the storm and watch him die.
And let it ride,
let it ride
'til it all falls down and there's nothing left.
I know my way back home
resides in you alone.
And distant lights make it clearer
I'm searching for the morning star
Teach him to fear.
A fear of the unknown,
a fear of going there alone
until he thinks he can't take it
He'll bend and he'll break
and as a coward he will roam,
'cos I don't wanna fight
but sometimes I do
I'm practically dragging the elephant into the room.
Is this more than you were prepared to commit to?
The seas are rough,
his tension's high,
so start the storm and watch him die.
And let it ride,
let it ride
'til it all falls down and there's nothing left.
I know my way back home
resides in you alone.
And distant lights make it clearer
I'm searching for the morning star
The beauty of a living thing
is not the atoms
that go into it,
but the mystery
that they were put together.
The beauty of a living thing
is not the atoms
that go into it,
but the mystery
that they were put together.
The beauty of a living thing
is not the atoms
that go into it,
but the mystery
that they were put together.
I know my way back home
resides in you alone.
And distant lights make it clearer
I'm searching for the morning star
(The war is over the fighting ends his bravery)
'cos I don't wanna fight
but sometimes I do
I don't wanna fight
Let's start again
Let's start again
Let's start again
Let's start again
Let's start again
Let's start again
Let's start again
Let's start again
Let's start again

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