Lyrics Art of War - Angelspit

I admit I am addicted to the chaos
And you love and you love to pick a fight
But what age did you lose your compassion?
Convincing yourself that you're always right

(Art of) war
(Art of) war

Peace don't last, it's a passing phase
Walking on eggshells 'til it escalates
Everything's okay until the fire comes
Everything's okay until the fire comes
There's a monster behind that beautiful face
It's like fucking Dorian Gray

Art of war
Art of war

Too selfish to pick up the pieces
Too noxious to be trusted
I have become a frame
Where you hang all your baggage, ideals, and hate

Art of war
Art of war
Art of war
Art of war

You won't be the death of me
You won't be the death of me