A Man Without War Is a Man Without Peace

Man without war, there's no life in your breath
 You say you are free, but your spirit is dead
 Brother of fools, all your comrades are gone
 Through the passing of life, you don't need anyone
 Imbecile sister, your judgment is dead
 Your soul is escaping, through a hole in your head
 Man with no soul, your substance is gone
 You no longer search, and look for the sun
 Love me, defeat me, and fear me
 Lust me, abuse me and smear me
 Choke me, provoke me and feed me
 Kiss me, seduce me, abuse me and need me
 Man without peace, we tried for so long
 You said you could see, but your concepts are gone
 Your skin made of marble, your hands made of ice
 The hunger you quench, you pay with your life
 Man without hope, a coin for your soul
 The madness has come, and soon you'l implode
 Imbecile sister, your soul was for sale
 The honor you sheltered, now tasteless and frail