Kind of musical irony in a way with a horror theme immersed in a jaunty beat: an unintentional result where so often a song writes itself and you decide not to change it.

Caught up in a War

Hear the words why me See fiery horizons Eating up ground are black caterpillars We’re shrinking near the door They hardly gave a reason Sleeping is acid raw Forever is the ceiling

And everything we made Will be shattered by the day of reckoning All the icons of love Will be broken on the grass just weathering We’re caught up in a war

Thinkin’ bout religion The randomness of Gods What’s it about us that’s undeserving? We’re watching on the news The march of our dementors We’re lying close and squeezing Neath fragility of walls

And everything we made Will be shattered by the day of reckoning All the icons of love Will be broken on the grass just weathering We’re caught up in a war

If we could turn back time to days of peace and laughter