What's the language
In which you speak?
I think it's Morse code
I think it's unique
I can't hear your voice
But I'm sure that I will
Get out of my head
Once you've had your fill

The victor's spoils
Are not restricted to one
This ruinous state
Reflects what we've become
Intensity beckons
I'm not sure to what end
I don't know where we're going
Or what to defend

This time
I think
It's almost over