Wartime/Peacetime Lyrics

Existential protection from positive emotion

Is not ideal but that won't change the look on your face

Moral isolation in social engagements

Is not ideal but that won't change what's looking at you in the mirror

But one day these will turn out

Just ask the folks who're dead now

If they complained their wrists cut

Or if they learned to shut up

With an ideal set beneath

The realest of expectations

The clouds do not pour over me

Or rather it fails to bother

As I have an umbrella

But this umbrella can not always protect me from getting wet

One still needs to bathe

So clean I shall be

To manage the threat of intra-dependency

But one day these will turn out

Just ask the folks who're dead now

If they complained their wrists cut

If they learned to shut up