Pisaries Creator

They look at me and tell me, no you can't be, are you really?
It comes out more like a question, well more of an accusation.
You don't look like a typical stereotype of what you follow.

Actually, how did you get into this kind of stuff?
You mean I believe in something other than myself.
Easily! I don't parade around town holding up a pathetic sign.
It doesn't scream, 'Look at me! Look at what I am! Look at what I do!'

When another war starts, across miles of land and sea,
I can feel the devastation and know the suffering,
happening over there from the bombs and bullets.

Although it's a different kind of terror, of being so close to darkness,
the complete and utter fear where you wet your pants,
and when your jeans are soaked from crotch to ankle,
the only option is to shit in them.

Many centuries ago, when I entered into this kind of life,
sort of half in and half out, never really fitting in with my ancestors,
not fitting into the obvious parts either.

Still not looking one way and definitely not looking the other ways.
I care what happens when the days go by.
For a people I've never met and the closest thing I had was lost.
This is more than the dead on both sides.

Prepare for the best and expect the worst.
War might happen everywhere and all at once.
You might not be safe at a distance for long.