Chorus / Description :
Drop my name from your hit list
You can't see straight with your fist clenched
Are you looking to make war
With everyone around you?
Make war
Cause I think it might've found you
Wide eyed, white-knuckled
Your sky spells trouble
Waist deep with your weapon drawn
Combat is the high you're on
No fight? No glory
So you write your own bloody story
Lost track of your body count
Combat is the drink you drown
Blood! Blood!
Why are you screaming out for
Blood! Blood!
Drop my name from your hit list
You can't see straight with your fist clenched
Are you looking to make war
With everyone around you?
Make war
You fell in love with the vengeance
You can't stay out of the trenches
Are you looking to make war
With everyone around you?
Make war
Cause I think it might've found you
Shoot first, talk later
Just one more round in the chamber
Lost track of the bridges burned
Combat is the god you serve
I've made my penance
Said I was wrong and I meant it
For this scarlet letter stain
You demand it paid in pain
That's it
You're not being gaslit
Cause I've burned the last of the matches
You don't care to bury the hatchet
Yeah, you'd rather carry a casket
I will not
Turn and run
I want peace
But you're demanding blood
I will not
Turn and run
You want blood
Get ready to bleed
Retribution is the poison you choose to drink