Even Though You Can't Expect To Defeat

It Is Wrong To Expect A Reward For Your Struggles. The Reward Is The Act Of Struggle Itself, Not What You Win.

One Legged Veterans Will Greet The Dawn, And They're Whistling Marches As They Mow The Lawn, And The Gargoyles On Sit And Grieve.

The Painter Paints His Brushes Black, Through The Canvas Runs A Crack, Portrait Of The Pain Never Answers Back...

Oh You Tell Me That There's Danger To The Land You Call Your Own, And You Watch Them Build The War Machine Right Beside Your Home, And You Tell Me That You're Ready To Go Marchin' To The War, I Know You're Set For Fighting, But What Are You Fighting For?

The Truest Protest Is Beauty.