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

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

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