Byron War
On my own it’s kinda scary
With none of you watching my back
On my own I have to carry
this awful candle to light the dark
You’re confused calling me enemy
Same time asking me to save
you’ve been told I’m kinda scary
and if you’re against me
you should consider yourself brave
I say the war is over
But it seems you didn’t get it yet:
You carry a revolver
Waiting, waiting for a threat
On my own looking for answers
Never pleased, I’m sure there are more
Same time you dress You dress like a lancer
Put your helmet on and wonder where’s the door
I say the war is over
But it seems you didn’t get it yet
You carry a revolver
Waiting,waiting for a threat
