[Intro] I was born in a concert hall..../ [Verse 1] Four years old, they put a bow in my hand / Said "play it pretty, play it perfect, understand?" / I gave them every note like a good girl should / A prodigy in a palace, playing dead wood / [Pre-Chorus] But perfect was a cage and silence was the cost / So I cut the strings loose and played what I lost— / [Chorus] This is my war heart! Angel with a battle hymn / Harp strings like sword light cutting through the din / They taught me pretty — I taught it war / I don't play to be loved anymore / This is my war heart!/ [Verse 2] Found my family in the dark where the loud ones bleed / A mountain on the drums, lightning on the lead / The fire and the ghost bring the storm to my door / And I answer with strings like I never could before / [Bridge] Once I played for men in velvet seats / Now I play for the ones the world forgets / If heaven wants its angel back / Tell heaven she's at war— / [Final Chorus] This is my war heart! Angel with a battle hymn / Harp strings like sword light cutting through the din / They taught me pretty — I taught it war / I don't play to be loved anymore / This is my war heart! / [Outro] War heart... war heart... / Play it like a hymn... then hit it like a war.
