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Im in denial I guess...
An emotional landslide,
sure,
you could say that.
I never thought that I'd have to go through with this,
a world war three
only emotionally.

Talk me through this,
please,
I need someone,
guide me through the smoke and blood,
The sounds of the gun shots,
the screams of pain,
the tears of distress.

Build me a bomb shelter,
one that I can hide in,
reside in,
find comfort within.
So I can be safe from the flames
as they devour the world!

Did I know it would come to this?
No, never thought it would,
Even if I want to defend myself
I can't even though I know I could.
Put me up on a shelf.
Perhaps there I can rest,
safe and sound.

Great,
now the bomb siren is going off,
another break to my own little world.
My world I go to in order to be safe,
protected from the reality of America.
Now, somehow, the real war is breaking
my own world apart.

This war is rocking my thoughts into destruction.
Destroying my life from the inside out,
or is it in reverse?
My life is ruined,
please, someone be a soldier,
protect my world..

Im in denial I guess...
An emotional landslide,
sure,
you could say that.
I never thought that I'd have to go through with this,
a world war three
only emotionally.