Shutter your eyes
Calm the ringing in your ear
Steady your breath, honey
Let weight your spear
We've been over this before
We both know we on a war
But the battlefield's bloodless and vacant
Still, the belfry tolls
Every hour
On the hour
It's gettting louder
Like some ancient and foreboding
Harbinger of what's to come
What's to come
Just another cumbersome
Argument over something older than the sun
