Either they are with or against you
There’s no other line
You are drawn to

To the spoken word express anger
Bounded by the rules
Are you mourning too?

Have you been here before
Can I show you around?
No time to waist, so you can go and paint the town
Stop calling to arms to fight
Because it’s best when those arms are laid down
Please let me be
The wooden box for now

With your next of kin into pieces
Do you call it home?
Where do you go to?

You go out without a bang, go out swinging
Knocking down the door
Instead of on it, don’t you?