Smoke me like a cigarette.
Let me fill your lungs.
Let me be the rush,
that makes your blood flow fast.

Smoke me like a cigarette.
Let me help you relax.
Let me ease your tired body,
so you forget about the past.

Smoke me like a cigarette.
Let me quell your fears.
Let me help you back to sleep,
when the nightmares come again.

Smoke me like a cigarette.
Let me clear your drunken mind.
Let me be your sober voice,
protecting you from yourself.

Smoke me like a cigarette.
Let me take the gun away.
Let me help you realize,
that its not time to go away.

Is this all we are
Creatures destined
To fight, and die, bleeding from the wounds
Of battles long and weary
Taking up weapon after weapon
Just to get ahead
No matter how much they weigh us down --

Is this all we are?
Afraid?
A people terrified of their own nature
Of their own kind
And the world they have created?
Children, crying in the dark
Just to be heard
As though somehow that will make it better --

Is this all we have?
Our steel and iron
In the night around us,
Until the dawn of the end
Slowly replaces hate with wisdom
And anger with regret
Until we are old men dying alone?

Or is there more?




There is more.
There is light.
There is fire and blazing heat and glory.
Just look around.
We are right to be afraid --
Afraid of people, afraid of ourselves --
Because we blaze
With the power of immortality.
We are wrong to surrender.
Wrong to give in.
Let the fire of your soul shine out
In the cold and the dark
Feel the thrilling beat
Of your mortal heart
And your immortal soul
The flood of love and pain and joy
And the life that makes you alive.