When they tell you that it's all in your head The unrelenting screams of both the living and the dead And they tell you that the war is over, the dead are buried deep The final battle's been and gone, war is the way of the world No notion of illusion dwells in that, you choose the path of the righteous men Did they really think that you'd just switch off? Did they really think that you'd live through that, and still be the man that you were? Did they even have a notion of just what you'd become? Looks like they really planned your fate It's the war that never ended, still raging on inside your head And what drove you then, still drives you now, the war Compelled by a swarm of black emotions that won't subside The war manifests in all you see, sense and feel Through fevered dreams, full body sweats, unfulfilled campaigns It's the storm you know never abates The war that never ended summons you awake in a glaze of sweat The war that never ended, the war