Yes I have been there
it was me
getting my share of some fantasy
the war room
all things of war
make your move
war whore
the war room
with piece of mind
looking to accept what is me this time
I don't know if I can deal with what is me this time
it is me inside
it is peace I find
the war room
and it's been sometime
the medals of hate to celebrate
the photos of what the rich have left
do your napoleon james dean
the war room
holds onto me
and loves only me
because there's no one else around
and the devil comes as pretty
as push comes to shove
the war room
with a hundred doors
it's got its own asmosphere
don't leave me alone
come back and love me
until I love
the war room
a fantasy
relived
the war room
from where I have lived
the war room
a block from where I was born
the war room
the war whore
the bullets and shells stained with blood
the pieces of hundreds of years
and countries that fell
at no price
the cost is mine
the past of time
the peace that I find in
the war room
the lust too.
I never thought of dying soon
where is my self
I love myself
where is the dream
I think fantasy
so I come to
The War Room...