I don't believe in war, just a burning bridge short of mutiny.
The devil dogs force out a roar; the basilisks of distorted apathy.
Torment never fought my battles and I run more than I stand my ground,
I'm being sucked down the Colorado without a paddle, only force to swim.
The current is always getting fiercer, and my body cannot withstand the waves,
Seven years from the broken mirror, my luck remains in the graves.
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