Art of War - Angelspit

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