You awoke
A forest of empty walls around you
And you choke
Swallow all the moans that hound you
The sunlight breaks
Oh
So cinematic
And so routine, mechanized
The cyclorama starts to spin
The battle lines are drawn within
The horses, cannons, swords and smoke
No one
No one wins
You breathe
A murder of silent crows around you
Who believe
The stories in ancient prose will ground you
The sunlight breaks
Oh
So automatic
So serene, indifferent
The cyclorama starts to spin
The battle lines are drawn within
The horses, cannons, swords and smoke
No one
No one wins
Allies and enemies
Live inside of me
Waiting for the dawn
With their weapons drawn
To make peace of mind a refugee
Allies and enemies
Send out their centuries
The flags and coronets
Generals and cadets
To make peace of mind a refugee
The cyclorama starts to spin
The battle lines are drawn within
The horses, cannons, swords and smoke
No one
No one
No one wins
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