I found peace
In the conflagration
When the pressure's on
I can breathe easier
I find peace
In the volley of gunfire
I only find peace
When I'm in pieces

Find some rhythm
To breathe more easily
You can only limp
In time to the music
And the horrifying drum beats
Of martial Gods:
I found peace
In the march to war

You cried out
But I was worse off
Finding peace
In the remnants of my head
I was consoled
By the sight of my heart
Ripped out
Of my ravaged chest

I found peace
In the patter of the drizzle
Imperceptible
Against the dry undergrowth
In a corner of the schoolyard
And in three weeks
I will be gone from here
This peace
Is no peace
Compared
To what I found
In the conflagrations
On the road to war.