Lost and alone in a world gone cold War is brewing outside and within When will they rain fire down upon us Why did I make this mistake When will the apocalypse come How will I recover Questions fire like cannons in my head I fear not the end nor how it will come I only wonder when it will happen And what I could have done differently I have faced this world bravely And at every stop I have been trampled So it is no wonder that I accept the impending doom That's not to say I have not enjoyed my share of pleasures in life But as this life drags on I find pleasure in fewer things I don't know if this is natural Perhaps it is a disease I once found pleasure in a great many things Today, I find everything to be a chore I only want to feel free again Is that reason enough to fight a war?