War کے بول

Listening to the outside Happiness swelling landslide I'll show you, I'll fill up the room I'll devastate you, it's true I run my soul and body down If I kept a parasite around I'll keep lying to myself I'm not that untrue I'm in a war with myself It's got nothing to do with you In my head there's a war room Keeping score, ripe to exhume I'll come in hot, I'll fill up the room Possessed and consumed, it's true I wonder how I wound up here I try to say it loud and clear But I mostly keep to myself What I'm going through I'm in a war with myself It's got nothing to do with you Listening to the outside Stagnant air on the front lines A dark star on a clear night Brightly born under a bad sign I run my soul and body down If I tote this dead weight around I'll keep lying to myself I'm not that untrue I'm in a war with myself It's got nothing to do with you It's got nothing to do with you It's got nothing to do with you