The Drill

It was a long wet night, not a cloud in the sky, the darkness and screaming
gave way to the daylight.
We met on the front lines and we fought ‘til the end but there is no end.
I keep waking in these cold sweats, it’s pain meets pleasure, we’re at it again.
With hate, lust, more, enough.
We keep fighting all day, you keep calling this love.
With rage, rush, betrayed trust.
Keep putting myself through this, fuck.
It was dry like the desert, hot sun in my face, the fever and blisters,
never could find the shade.
We met on the front lines and we fought ‘til the end but there is no end.
I keep saying that «it's making no sense,» but it’s pain meets pleasure and
we’re at it again.
I know there was once a reason, one that held a deeper meaning.
Lost while you were sleeping, waked you in this nightmare screaming.
The rules bend and buckle, and the rest will follow.
If it was the very best, we pushed ‘til there was nothing left.