Abhoria

Abhoria
The world that I was to you, so deep and safe and warm
Is peppered by experience, mutated by the fall
And now the walks in the countryside are better done by bike
Now we work alone on separate sides
Don't it show we ain't so alike
In the heart of war we find Abhoria 
Oh, ow, (when I need you, but it's easy just to be you), Abhoria
If that was your intention to take the easy way
Goodbye to intervention and damn the game you play
Battle sore with the kind of scars that never heal in time
Take a tip from a cunt that he owes
We ain't wrong just 'cos we ain't right
Should we stay unsure and blame Abhoria
Oh, ow, (When I need you, I could easily believe you)
Abhoria 
Oh, ow, (When I need you, when I cheerfully debrief you)
Abhoria
Wrap you up in foam to protect you from the fear
Of spending life alone even though I'll be there
And yet time and time again I wish I wasn't
The cunt you call a friend, maybe then I can send you away, away, away
Angel, I carry you across the sea
I don't even mind if we both went underneath
Nobody knows, nobody sees, just me, my baby
But the cost is not enough for the time spent with killing
You can get a job to appreciate the killing
And why not decide to speed on into fire
A little bit of heaven in amongst the genocide
If what you see and what you feel don't tend to be the same ideal
Just stop and find and hope to share a little piece of heaven out there
Angel Biscuit…