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 hopes in his soul
Trying to find
A way to survive
Or a reason to fight
He's fighting for nothing
And he can't really understand
How can someone just decide
Who is right who is wrong
His hands are shaking
He can't breathe 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
And he can't really understand
How can someone just decide
Who is right who is wrong
His hands are shaking
He can't breathe can't feel anything
His blood is so cold and
His wounds just don't hurt anymore
He's hiding secrets
That he would never tell
His spirit is broken
He can't face himself
He's just a puppet
He's under control
He doesn't have any will of his own
He doesn't remember
What he had back home
He still doesn'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 puppet
He's under control
He doesn't have any will of his own
He doesn't remember
What he had back home
He still doesn't know
Why he's fighting and what for?
He can't face himself
