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What is the purpose for wars we wage against ourselves an epic failure just to sell There will be no hiding place no safety zone just all alone they'll be no one left to tell Theres no time for the same old story fail to try believe the allegory theres no guts no glory. So if its left to us with clumsy hands and fragile minds define our urges and deny we sat back long enough good intentions aren't enough not gonna save u hen we die When we die how will they tell our story simple lives stifles all the roaring theres no guts no glory