Whether it's too much Or too little and too late I need some kind of tension To make the string vibrate The illusion of control Over impulses I fought I was standing guard for 20 years Till the minute I was not How tired is the army That's landing on your shore Mostly I want power But sometimes I want more I'm serving as your poet Among the other frauds I just dress it up as beauty And hope I won't get caught Do I need this struggle To tire the perverse? Cause I am not an animal If I'm ungrateful and I curse How tired is the army That's landing on your shore Well mostly I want some kind of victory But sometimes I want more