Текст песни 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
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