There’s a war in my chest that don’t make a sound,
Smiles on the surface, mines underground.
Every calm breath hides a scream,
I’m still fighting ghosts you can’t see.

I can’t run from the war I keep,
It moves through my blood, it don’t let me sleep.
I’m both the sinner and the saint I seek,
Yeah, I’m losing ground to the war I keep.

I build these walls, I tear ’em down,
Pray for peace, then light the town.
If strength’s a lie, then I’m a thief,
Stealin’ calm from my own grief.

Every thought’s a loaded gun,
Every truth weighs a ton.
Still I smile, still I breathe —
Still I bleed beneath the peace.

I can’t run from the war I keep,
I dream in noise, I drown in deep.
If heaven calls, it’ll have to wait —
I’m still cleaning up this state of faith.
I can’t run, I can’t sleep,
I am the war I keep.

The war I keep…
The war I keep…