Metaphor

Lyrics

detroit white boy rap

Laying down is easy
when you're tired you get sleepy When you go to war don't go meekly instead defeat them completely
and bury them so deeply
noone knows that they're stinking
like some awful rotten meat-thing

but what did you think the body bag was for
besides a place to chuck the worthless corpse of your enemy that son of a whore

cuz you're a fighter
warrior, soldier
battle-forged
born to follow orders and march to war
but what happens when the foe in your face isn't tangible
it's a disease, that's your enemy
and it's become unmanageable

combat battlefield medical psychological
nothing you can fight with anything tactical
logistical sometimes it will pull and sometimes it will gush
when the bowl's full you smoke for the rush
when the noise is so loud that you beg it to hush

and the whispers say you have dreams left to crush
life left to kill
blood left to spill
come on just one more thrill
one more handful of pills
one more pipe full of chills
one last lungful of breath

in this endless war with death

Laying down is easy
when you're tired you get sleepy When you go to war don't go meekly instead defeat them completely
and bury them so deeply
noone knows that they're stinking
like some awful rotten meat-thing

but what did you think the body bag was for
besides a place to chuck the worthless corpse of your enemy that son of a whore

cuz you're a fighter
warrior, soldier
battle-forged
born to follow orders and march to war
but what happens when the foe in your face isn't tangible
it's a disease, that's your enemy
and it's become unmanageable

combat battlefield medical psychological
nothing you can fight with anything tactical
logistical sometimes it will pull and sometimes it will gush
when the bowl's full you smoke for the rush
when the noise is so loud that you beg it to hush

and the whispers say you have dreams left to crush
life left to kill
blood left to spill
come on just one more thrill
one more handful of pills
one more pipe full of chills
one last lungful of breath

in this endless war with death