Man of War

How does it feel?

To live through forced perspectives

Trading cartwheels

For green rooms with the reckless

Older than most

Surrounded by ignorance

This is cut throat

Boogie lights could pay the rent

We’re all just child actors

We don’t know what we’re after

Smart enough to draw the line

Powerless on the decline

Flying blind above the scene

Plastic friends and figurines

Following screams

The mazda or the benz

Fifteen minutes of fame

Is this how the story ends?

A studio slave

Just a hinge on a door

One foot in the grave

I never was a man of war

We’re all just child actors

We don’t know what we’re after

Smart enough to draw the line

Powerless on the decline

We’re all just child actors

We don’t know what we’re after

Flying blind above the scene

Plastic friends and figurines