Holy wars

Holy wars
Oh my gosh, please make it stop
Caught you staring at me with more hatred in your thoughts
You really really ought to count
to 10 before you're lost

Send me to sleep with an old Beatles song
Cut me at the chorus and I know we'll get along
Mark all my friends in Yellow Hi-lites
A Holy War that's worth the fight
you realise, will kill us?
Maybe then I'll figure what the middle 8 is for
It’s left me counting tiles between the crackings on the floor
Mark all my friends in Yellow Hi-lites!
Caught in the middle, your stomach is aching
Your heart is ripped open, you realise
You’re still alive
Don't cross the streams unless you want to die!