Lyrics Art of War - Angelspit

Art of War

I admit I am addicted to the chaos
And you love and you love to pick a fight
But what age did you lose your compassion?
Convincing yourself that you’re always right
Art of War
Peace don’t last it’s a passing phase
Walking on egg shells 'til it escalates
Everything’s ok until the fire comes
Everything’s ok until the fire comes
There’s a monster behind that beautiful face
It’s like fucking Dorian Grey
Art of War
Too selfish to pick up the pieces
Too noxious to be trusted
I have become a frame
Where you hang all your baggage, ideals and hate
Art of War
OUTRO/
You won’t be the death of me