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.