The Shift

I didn't feel the change but don't feel the same, I never knew a shift was happening
The scenery just seemed to be stuck on, stuck on, stuck on repeat
All of my memories are just a colorful blur
Feels like I'm falling, falling, falling in reverse

In the art of war (in the art of war)
What are we fighting for (fighting for)?
We go from silence to sirens without a space between
We are a violent virus without a remedy

In a wild lust, we've opened up a whole new world set to self-destruct
My innocence just seemed to be slipping, slipping, slipping away
All that we've managed to make is just a comfortable cage
Oh god, I got to get out, get out, get out of this place

In the art of war (in the art of war)
What are we fighting for?
We go from silence to sirens without a space between
We are a violent virus without a remedy

Art, war, what are we fighting for?
Art, war, what are we dying for?
Art, war, what are we fighting for?
Art, war, what are we dying for?

We go from silence to sirens without a space between
(without a space between)
We are a violent virus without a remedy
(without a remedy)
We are a violent virus without a remedy