I'm on a road I can't see
is it the snow or is it me'
inside or outside, still cold
I don't know I just don't know
White never appeared so dark
the fear is a catalyst to fuel

This war inside my head.

Is this how it feels to be dead'
the blood that flowed was red
so why am I so numb'
Our weakness could be shed.
My sight is fading away
as I say farewell to the day and to

This war inside my head.

It's an all out war on the flesh
of the soul
of the mind
of the spirit.
Keep your head down or you will get shot but sometimes that's so tempting.
You want to stay neutral but there's no such thing as a middle ground.
In the crossfire you see Him on the cross.

His wounds were big enough to bleed
deep enough to scar
there was blood enough to wash out
all your sins and all your scars.

Jesus already bled
so we could have peace in our heads
lay your head on His breast
and finally get some rest.