War With an Enemy
There is a war.
Inside.
In the battlefield,
of my mind.
Should I stand
and fight?
Or will it drive me
to insanity?
I'm a rebel.
Don't you like?
Then get outta my way.
You tell me that
the future is you.
Well the future's far away.
This is now.
This is me.
This is war.
All around me,
I can feel you,
all righteous,
not a doubt!
Well time to choose a weapon,
and prepare yourself,
'cause now I'm comin' out.
Raise my head above the muck.
Take my aim,
you're outta luck!
But then I drop my gun,
and duck.
'Cause the enemy,
the face I see,
is me...
