Old Friends / New War Refused

I clutch the worn out year of my birth
Herded with the herd
I whisper through anemic lips: I was born
And the centuries surround me with fire

I clutch the worn out year of my birth
Herded with the herd
I whisper through anemic lips: I was born
And the centuries surround me with fire

Aortas fill with blood to cleanse my head
To clean this feed
Commit to memory failures past and our petty needs
Suppress the crime of time and the names that map our identity
'Cause when the fighting stops our damned souls will rot
We'll never be set free

I'm all out of appeals now
I'm just going to scream now

Old friends, new war
Stuck in an uneven fight
Old friends, new war
Not dumb enough to close my eyes
Old friends, new war
Still dancing to defective rhymes
Old friends, new war