This Is What We Do
We get the call we knew would come-
And so we pack our gear;
Conscious of the darkness,
We keep each other near.
Heading towards the border-
And now we're driving fast;
Not sure as the sun rises,
How long it will last.
Guns are blazing, demons angered-
And so we give our all;
Stuck in this routine,
We will never fall.
Flashing lights of red and blue-
And so we run away;
Weary of the sirens,
Tired from the day.
Brothers quarrel, this is true-
And so we hold a gaze;
But we are just too different,
We go our separate ways.
