Battles On

That day that he died a thunderstorm broke the telephone wires
Then years later you found his letters
But their meaning was mysterious and vague

So "welcome to the fight", your uncle said as he left the room
And remember when I first met you
And you told me what this symmetry would mean

Here comes the battle
A brand new era
So we're old children
Let's fight those bastards down

This is how we sleep without a home
Embryonic half-parental, you're awake
This is not the life that I had planned
Count the seconds between the lightning strikes

Here comes the battle
A brand new era
So we're old children
Let's fight those bastards down

Make a decision
This desperation
Make a decision
C'mon, let's hit 'em where it hurts!