Fog Of War

I am all that I am
I never tried to be a more
And yet tis seems too much for me
Too fun, too high, too soon
It’s just not my day, I’d rather take freedom, than smoking arenas

Off the big track is where I am
Waiting for my own Athena
The crowd is mine, in cry, in blood, and sad
Waiting for my own Athena
The crowd is mine, in cry, in blood, and sad
Waiting for my own Athena

This is just what it is
It’s what I call the fog of war
There’s nothing here that’s clear to me
This place is not, not you
It’s just not my day,
I’d rather take freedom, than smoking arenas

Off the beating track is where I am
Waiting for my own Athena
The crowd is high in blood, and crying sad
Off the beating track is where I am
Waiting for my own Athena
The crowd is high in blood, and crying sad

(people were staring)
Something’s not very
Looking at what I have just left behind,
those were the things that would cloud up my life
I can’ go back, but I just can’t survive
Need someone to take me to ṗlaces where …
Athena, Athena take me there
Waiting for my own Athena
Waiting for my own Athena
Waiting for my own Athena
Waiting for my own Athena

Off the beating track is where I am
Waiting for my own Athena
The crowd is high in blood, and crying sad
Off the beating track is where I am
Waiting for my own Athena
The crowd is high in blood, and crying sad
Waiting for my own Athena