There will be no parades for the likes of us. The wars we fight are doomed to be lost. I've seen the reflections of my broken blood. The callous deception of never giving up. No stranger to the cause. No stranger to these wars. We dream no more no shock and awe. Nowhere to go for rock and roll. A blue screen for a tribal heart. The sequels of forgotten wars. I twist and I turn towards apocalypse. I pose for effect before your deadly kiss. Echo echo in a chamber of purity. To a lip-synced moral maze soliloquy. No stranger to this cause. Still a stranger in these parts. Progressive thoughts for idle hands. Platforms for corrupted friends. A blue screen for a tribal heart. The sequels of forgotten wars. No medication. Left to take. Just defeat and the bitterest of tastes. A blue screen for. A drama whore. The sequels of forgotten wars