The Shift

I didn't feel the change, but don't feel the same
I never knew a shift was happening
The scenery just seemed to be stuck on, stuck on
Stuck on repeat

All of my memories are just a colorful blur
Feels like I'm falling, falling
Falling in reverse

In the art of war (in the art of war)
What are we fighting for?

We go from silence to sirens
Without a space between
We are a violent virus
Without a remedy

In a wild lust, we've opened up
A whole new world set to self-destruct
My innocence just seemed to be slipping, slipping
Slipping away

All that we've managed to make
Is just a comfortable cage
Oh God, I've gotta get out, get out
Get out of this place

In the art of war (in the art of war)
What are we fighting for?

We go from silence to sirens
Without a space between
We are violent virus
Without a remedy

Art, war
What are we fighting for?
Art, war
What are we dying for?
Art, war
What are we fighting for?
Art, war
What are we dying for?

We go from silence to sirens
Without a space between
We are violent virus
Without a remedy
We are violent virus
Without a remedy