• These bloody hands which I hold my gun with
    These frightening sights of terror and fear
    The cries I hear of pain and horror
    Why can't it just ever end?

    My life being on a bloody line
    Where it can be taken in such an instant blow
    My friends dying right in front of my eyes
    As I hope for myself to survive

    I crawl, I run, I don't hide
    I fight!
    I hold my partner aside, not letting him go
    Though even when I feel his hatred and fear
    I realize we can't let those feelings take over
    But rather embrace them to let us go further

    As I hold my gun, steady it to aim
    I fire it up high, feeling...hurt
    I turn my eyes, I look ahead
    My eyes and heart feeling...hurt
    So many lives lie beneath me
    Without another breath, without another beat

    All that is left, is nothing but hope
    The hope for all this madness to end
    And just let us go home
    This is a nightmare I wish to wake up from
    And just walk away with the things I have now
    And just hold on to them forever, never wanting to let go

    These bloody hands I use to drop my gun
    These frightening sights I no longer want to see
    These silenced voices I wish to hear one last time
    My life feeling empty...
    Will it ever end?