My Way
Close feat. Joe Dukie Lyrics

The beauty of a living thing is not the atoms that go into it, but the mystery that they were put together.
The essence of a living creature isn't solely determined by the physical matter that makes it up, instead, it's the enigma of how all the pieces came to form it.

Teach him to hate.
Educate him on how to hold animosity.

To hate not for himself but for the ones he see's around. For the women and children, the helpless, the broken, and his country burning down.
His hatred must not stem from personal reasons, rather it should be directed towards the oppression and suffering of others.

The seas are rough, his tension's high, so start the storm and watch him die. And let it ride, let it ride til it all falls down and there's nothing left.
When things get tumultuous and intense, incite him further and let him self-destruct until everything crumbles into defeat.

(Whoa) I know my way back home resides in you alone.
I understand that you are the only one that can lead me back to safety and familiarity.

(Whoa) And distant lights make it clearer. I'm searching for the morning star.
The light in the distance clarifies my path towards finding hope and a new beginning.

Teach him to fear. A fear of the unknown, a fear of going there alone until he thinks he can't take it. He'll bend and he'll break and as a coward he will roam, 'cos I don't wanna fight but sometimes I do.
Teach him to be afraid of the unfamiliar and the journey of facing it alone until he feels overwhelmed and unable to cope. He will surrender and run away as a craven because while I usually don't want to engage in conflict, sometimes I am compelled to do so.

I'm practically dragging the elephant into the room. Is this more than you were prepared to commit to?
I am figuratively dragging a large and daunting issue into the open for us to confront. Did you realize that this would demand so much of you?

The battle's starting, the fight begins; with bravery, now he's running in. He doesn't fight to kill, just to defend.
The battle has commenced, and with courage, he charges forward, not to slay, merely to safeguard.

The war is over, the fighting ends, his bravery did not ever bend. I don't wanna fight, but sometimes I do.
The conflict has ceased, and in the end, his bravery never faltered. Despite my reluctance towards combat, there are instances where I must fight.

Singing one last hymn, I don't wanna fight. Let's start again, let’s start again. Let's start again, let’s start again. Let's start again, let’s start again. Let's start again, let’s start again.
As a final gesture, I sing one last song that expresses my desire to avoid conflict. Let's have a fresh beginning, and let's do it again together.