One head at war, space isn't policednOne head at war, can't choose to bend or breaknnThe motion, your blood, it's in me nownnThe black sails, the sultan's rightnnThere's no listening, like oldnWaiting for something to shownNever wanted your sympathynDashed to reach for minennBrain full of bullshit, put there by dreamsnQuestioned the answers, wanted nothing morennRight? Probably wrong ...nnWhen I think of everyone I ever knew I wonder why we metn