War Song

This is not a cry for help, this is a war song

Line my fears up against the walls, so I can watch them die

I'm not a slave to your words, yeah, that's right, you heard me

This is not a cry for help, this battle cry

I'm sick and tired of losing to the ignorant

Of getting passed up so you can choose a prettier idiot

Why suffer, fool, when fools never suffer

Instead, I sit there, depressed in that chair

Sequestered away from anybody who'll care

I don't wanna feel my dark despair, pass on to another