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I fought away the demons
Trembled at the sight of their arms
Still I clambered on 
Still I live

This soil is refreshing
But where are my bugles and hands?
Here I'm forgotten
Here I'm dead

Like the mouse among the cats
I am cornered by futility 
My gun is nothing but a hassle

The hands of pompous men weave comfort
At the cost of our sanity 
If you saw it, would you care?
Could you lend me a watchful eye? 

If being brave was my evil crime 
Send me back to torrid waters 
For there, I left some memories 
In the eyes of a dying breath