No apology I'll lose with or without the proceedings
All I know is pipes, pistols and pain
All that's remnant, my darkness is injecting into my vein
Close my eyes and try to remember what life is like
but pain impedes thoughts leaving me alone under moonlight
Used to be something like a hero but times changed
Now my value below zero, with feelings lonely and estranged
I almost remember what it's like to be loved
Even though my mind can't even fathom how to smile
Her laugh shows me heaven or something indicative of
But is quickly replaced by anxiety for my next trial
They say suicide is similar to selfish or cowardly
But pain is powerful and I don't get paid hourly
I know what its like to be a ghost, I live life forgotten
War converts life to trauma so bury me with my brothers
And remember me with the fallen
