I'm sorry for my ways
I'm sorry for the days
I push so carelessly the truth away from me
I'm sorry that I forget
I'm sorry that I don't let myself in muffled cognizance
To be your happy prince
But life is a holy war
We fight for nothing more
But you're my spring my grace
The breeze upon my face
Let battlefields alight
To pacify the night
Allowing me to grieve for the joys we could achieve
If I learnt to ignore all that has come before
And picking up the slack
I will take my burden back
'Cause life is a holy war
We fight for nothing more
But you're my spring my grace
The breeze upon my face
Life is a holy war, oh-oh-oh
Life is a holy war
Life is a holy war, oh-oh-oh
Life is a holy war