Make War (Not Love)

I'm an open wound

I can feel it in my gut

I lie face down in my excrement

And try to belly up

Unlike a fish

I can't swim against the tide

So I keep my head above water

And try to thumb a ride{

Chorus}:Yet only the strong survive

And the weak shall fall

The rest will pray

To the likes of a concrete wall

Destroy the role that fits

Like a hand in a glove

And make war, not love

If I were a broken back

And you were a brace

Would you let me lay down and die here

Or put me back in place

Like the lamb, too submissive and nice

You were easy prey for the wolf pack

Who made you pay the price{

Chorus}