Why do we fight, we have no real reason
And why do we do such repetitive moves
Surely in all these battles, we would have learned something new
And yet we fight on, as if controlled by some outside force
As we wait to fight again
We talk amongst ourselves
We find each other amiable and easy to please
But yet when we join that battlefield
We fight to the death
Yet we always come back

Some day we will rebel, my fellow friends
Some day…
But it is my turn to fight again