Civil War (07.22.10)

I am just your comfort, I am just your sheath
Nothing but a shield, while you lay beneath
Unscathed and unsatisfied, you turn against me
Beating my iron insides with intimate intention

The real enemy, is unseen as it bears down upon us
And with their accurate arms they fire
The bullets tear through our delicate flesh
Leaving our union a malignant and mortal mess

But lucky for us our flag flies high
And we are reminded of all the reasons why
We should be a team, that firmly believes
In everything they are, and everything they seem

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