AUDIT BennettSoddy

I’ve got three medals, I’ve got my own crossbow
Everything I could want, a soldier in the war
It’s like you’re hardly working when it’s something you love
A brain of calculation, its heart an abacus

But I think I’d be lying if I didn’t say this
I’m great at fighting but not good with regeneration
I trust the shamans with it, I’ve got my own prescription
I say, “hand me one more drink,” you call it an addiction

They give me the whole plate, I chew and swallow
Maybe I shouldn’t, though
They know what’s good, though
If it becomes a problem, if it binds in my soul
It’s all just for the war
It’s all just for the war

I’ve got twelve medals, I’ve got my own crossbow
I may rely on it, but I’m far from my low
I know it makes me better, Nadir tells me to quit
I try to tell him that I’m really needing it

It’s just before battle, and during, and after
It’s not like it’ll kill me, it makes me feel stronger
At least I thought that it did, don’t let them know I told you this
But I don’t know how to resist, I hate my own excuses