There are quiet wars,
fought with temperament and tempered men.

Be a good soldier and carry the war on your shoulder, but don’t slam the door!
There’s a quota for keeping tempers high - keep ‘em at each others throats.

Where the damage dealt is only felt,
in the void between the nerves.

Weaponize silence. Invisible violence.

Only quiet wars and movie scores,
reflect the main themes.
The counterpoint of all your hopes and all of your dreams.
A catalogue of all your holes and all of your seams.
Have ya had enough?
Can ya handle more?

We were not born.
We were sculpted from the stars, dear!
No more supernova tears,
the things you need are here.

Only quiet wars and movie scores,
reflect the main themes.
The counterpoint of all your hopes and all of your dreams.
A catalogue of all your holes and all of your seams.
Have ya had enough?
Can ya handle more?

The moment won’t last, it’ll pass, it’ll become part of your past.
You’ll look back and wish you had saturated yourself in all of it.
Cherish the fact it will become part of your path.
A way to move forward without ever havin’ to double-back.

The whisper drifts through lips and starts to shimmer…
A guiding light to let the magic linger.

Just enjoy it, just enjoy it in the meantime.
Just incase it slips away before you realize.
Just enjoy it, just enjoy it in the meantime.
Justify the Great Goodbye with memories of feelin’ fine.

It’s scarce, it’s dirt, it’s wretched comfort.
Your virtue blurs the evil and the good.
It’s cooked, it’s served, it’s salted with rare-earths.
Your wisdom starves for knowledge with a thirst.

We’ve burned our Spirit’s bridge,
Heaven knows.
And built our God with gold and silicon.

Your crown was earned by chance, a lucky roll.
Don’t confuse your cushion for a throne.
One who claims that he’s the last to stand…
would be proud of where he’s sitting down.

We’ve burned our Spirit’s bridge,
Heaven knows.
And built our Gods with clones and empty drones.
The wind is standing still.
No more breeze and no more Winter chill.

It’s fear, my dear…
Of touching something real.
Lightning strikes regardless of how you feel.
Your castle shields heavy raindrops from your head,
I’ll sleep outside with freezing dogs instead.