What are you fighting for
What are you fighting for?
Do you even know anymore?
Drifting from war to war,
Racking up scars galore.
Always watching your back,
Gearing up to attack.
What kind of life is that?
Why must you be like that?
Your enemy seems to be peace.
You won't let the combat cease.
It's like you've got a disease.
You're trapped, and you need release.
What is the point of all this?
Through this, you will not find bliss.
You don't know the light anymmore.
What are you fighting for?
