My blade is colored with his blood
My boots are caked with reddened mud...
My chest hurts,
Heartbeat pounding...
My chest hurts,
Heartbeat pounding...
A disillusioned mind tries to think,
He pours a shot and downs a drink...
Sanity is a mask
People put on to hide...
My blade is colored with his blood
My boots are caked with reddened mud...
The sword held above
The day today...