She's Staring Down Her Desires,

And I Won't Be Laughing At The Lies When I'm Goneand I Can't Question How Or When Or Why When I'm Gonecan't Live Proud Enough To Die When I'm Goneso I Guess I'll Have To Do It While I'm Here.

It's Always The Old To Lead Us To The War. It's Always The Young To Fall.

Oh You Tell Me That There's Danger To The Land You Call Your Own, And You Watch Them Build The War Machine Right Beside Your Home, And You Tell Me That You're Ready To Go Marchin' To The War, I Know You're Set For Fighting, But What Are You Fighting For?

The Painter Paints His Brushes Black, Through The Canvas Runs A Crack, Portrait Of The Pain Never Answers Back...

It Is Wrong To Expect A Reward For Your Struggles. The Reward Is The Act Of Struggle Itself, Not What You Win.