There are two presences in my form:
The brain and the loner soul,
Rulers of my ******* entire whole.
My brain orders me to "**** up,"
But somehow,
I stay in control.
My brain orders me to be "emotionless,"
But I manage to hold on to my emotions.
My brain orders me to "argue,"
But I stay soundless, like the mute.
And so on, and so on...
Did I win the war?
No, I'm still holding on!

I don’t wish for war,

I don’t wish for war,

I don’t wish!

My soul orders me to "Confess!"
But my brain thinks too much and pauses.
My soul orders me to "Love,"
But my brain counts the risks, hesitates, and stalls.
My soul urges me to "Leap, go forward,"
Yet my brain drags me back,
Rustling, "What if you fall?"
My soul burns to "Create,"
But my brain worries, "What if it’s not great?"
My soul begs me to "Speak,"
But my brain fears, "What if they hate?"
And so on, and so on...
One dreams of freedom,
The other fears pain.
My brain wants to win,
My soul wants to live.
These two I rely on, and I truly believe.

But I don’t wish for war,

I don’t wish for war,

Oh Lord, I don’t wish—truly.

And in this endless war, I stand—
A prisoner, a rebel, a man.

But I don’t wish for war,

I don’t wish for war,

Oh Lord, I don’t wish—truly.