Kind of musical irony in a way with a horror theme immersed in a jaunty beat: an unintentional result where so often a song writes itself and you decide not to change it.

Caught up in a War

Hear the words why me
See fiery horizons
Eating up ground are black caterpillars
We’re shrinking near the door
They hardly gave a reason
Sleeping is acid raw
Forever is the ceiling

Cause everything we made
Will be shattered by the day of reckoning
All the icons of love
Will be broken on the grass just weathering
We’re caught up in a war

Thinkin’ bout religion
The randomness of Gods
What’s it about us that’s undeserving?
We’re watching on the news
The march of our dementors
We’re lying close and squeezing
Neath fragility of walls

And everything we made
Will be shattered by the day of reckoning
All the icons of love
Will be broken on the grass just weathering
We’re caught up in a war

If we could turn back time to days of peace and laughter

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