My life is a delicate balance The distance between town A and town B Fighting experience and willful ignorance Smiling at such naivete Weak and emotional It drains the soul Welcomes you into the town Tears down your strategy It blocks your road Pumps blood where no blood should be And as the fog gets clearer Shadows in your eyes appear The weak gets strong and nearer And condensation tears are brushed away My war is a Pyrrhic victory My strategy Tears like a circular saw Crown Prince indifference Comes marching in Proudly but ripped to the core Weak and emotional It irrigates Half of our hearts at one time More than in Liverpool And Junior school Like lions we cling to our pride And as the fog gets clearer Though it really breaks the heart The weak gets strong and nearer And condensation tears are brushed away My arms bear a payment to liberty My mind aghast Smashes the chains of tyranny Pale and excitable They flail around The naked aggression we feel My heart's chemical incendiaries Correct the past Walk, and on water we try Weak and emotional Insufferable Security softens the lie