You make love to me with the lights on
So I’m forced to face my own weird fleshy cage
But now it doesn’t feel like that
My body is no longer the asylum I can’t check out of
My body finally feels like that temple everyone talks about
And my God, do I want to be worshipped

The challenges associated with the war are quite predictable–like the lack of power for instance, and having to ignore people with sick political views and the fact that the war has turned many either into blind sheep or into hypocrites who want the war to last forever so they can keep making big bucks as long as they could.