The Shift کے بول

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 (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 a comfortable cage Oh god I got to 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 What are we fighting for? 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