Thursdayriot - War of Mine Lyrics

Without a gun (the gun is my hand)
Without a bullet (the bullet is my voice)
Without an aircraft (the aircraft is my feet)
Often the enemy is my own thought
They fight for promised land
I fight for a land to stay

They fight for revolution of a nation
I fight for a revolution of my own
When everyone says that
They want to be different I cry in bitterness,
"I just want to be the same"
I don't know why they're so thirsty of difference
So eager to not be the same
So restless if others judge normality
Just to create what they call difference
Yet it puts us in ambivalence