Shoes are slipping on the mud,
Wondering why Im doing this,
Storm – it gathers up ahead,
And the tiger starts to climb,
Overexposure – its the only thing now the war is over,
Searching for glory purified by combat and a heros fury,
No more emotion – go to push ahead for a dated notion,
Waiting for twilight – dreaming of my fight for my kingdom in the night,
Tasting blood between my teeth,
Its now or never in this scene,
Nothing else feels real now,
Looks like Im a warrior now,
Overexposure…
Snowfall, Rainfall, Nightfall,
Pain, Love, Death,
And I look out across the field, and it was cold and dark – an unforgiving moon that shed the only light on the forsaken land, and as I thought about what I was doing here and what was at home, I realised there was no reason – there was only death,
Want to die a heros death,
Duty calls theres nothing left,
If war is holy then I am God,
This is not the future I wished for,
Overexposure…
Overexposure…