Dear Mother. Dear Father. What is this hell you have put me through. Believer. Deceiver. Day in day out live my life through you. Pushed onto me what's wrong or right.
Bodies fill the fields I see. Hungry heroes end. No one to play soldier now. No one to pretend. Running blind through killing fields. . Bred to kill them all.
Yeah. I feel you too. Feel. Those things you do. . In your eyes I see a fire that burns. To free the you that's running through. Deep inside you know.