You awoke A forest of empty walls around you And you choke Swallow all the moans that hound you The sunlight breaks Oh So cinematic And so routine, mechanized The cyclorama starts to spin The battle lines are drawn within The horses, cannons, swords and smoke No one No one wins You breathe A murder of silent crows around you Who believe The stories in ancient prose will ground you The sunlight breaks Oh So automatic So serene, indifferent The cyclorama starts to spin The battle lines are drawn within The horses, cannons, swords and smoke No one No one wins Allies and enemies Live inside of me Waiting for the dawn With their weapons drawn To make peace of mind a refugee Allies and enemies Send out their centuries The flags and coronets Generals and cadets To make peace of mind a refugee The cyclorama starts to spin The battle lines are drawn within The horses, cannons, swords and smoke No one No one No one wins