Perversions Of Conventional Warfare

And somehow you thought this affair, was going to make sense
But you don’t know who you’re playing with
Knowing what it’s like to be on the inside, realizing the deception you hide
But if anything, I’m just along for the ride
Now we’ll see how you operate, when my guard is down
I think it’s ironic. Somehow your cheating’s erotic
You encounter a sense of possession, with a taste of sin in the air
You don’t seem to care, when the alcohol fuels your aggression
This is not what you think, so let’s have another drink
These are, Perversions of conventional warfare. We are
A love within reprimand, I can’t even understand
Your lies aren’t even believable
My existence denies these feelings, will disintegrate in meaning
We were not possible
Trying to remember everything. Begins to distort my thinking
Anything special means nothing to you
So we simply rely on a substance, then deny that we know responsibility
How we reached this level, is indescribable