"There's one thing about life you got to know: You learn how to live, you learn how to die. Fuck No philosophy No dead ends We know what you want" He was standing alone Feeling so cold With no hope in his soul Trying to find A way to survive Or a reason to fight He's fighting for nothing An he can't really understand How can someone just decide who is right who is wrong His hands are shaking He can't breath can't feel anything His blood is so cold and his wounds just don't hurt anymore The scars of the war Will never heal Won't leave him behind No matter who lives no matter who dies He's just killing himself He's fighting for nothing An he can't really understand How can someone just decide who is right who is wrong His hands are shaking He can't breath can't feel anything His blood is so cold and his wounds just don't hurt animore He's hiding secrets That he would never tell His spirit is broken He can't face himself He's just a pupet He's under control He doesen't have any will on his own He doesen't remember What he had back home He still doesen't know Why he's fighting and what for? He can't face himself He's hiding secrets That he would never tell His spirit is broken He can't face himself He's just a pupet He's under control He doesen't have any will on his own He doesen't remember What he had back home He still doesen't know Why he's fighting and what for? He can't face himself