Everyday I witness many breakdowns,
Of souls and minds alike;
I smile behind an empathizing face
One more succumbed to the deadly strike.

No, I wasn’t the cause of war,
But to peace I never gave a chance;
With malice everyone flirts with me,
As cold war, we romance.

It is just the continuation of an old war,
Of women, wealth and wine;
In vengeance no stone is left unturned,
We loathe each other from nine to nine.