Oh, you are witnessing the death of everything
you had come to know so insecurely.
Leave me this final gift, grant me this last kiss
under the sun, I died with my boots on.
I fight at the feet of the martyrs; two eyes do rest in their heads,
like you or I, they see the same sky.
Leave the broken ones behind,
let the ones who can fix themselves fix themselves,
you are my only concern.
They said don't worry son, we'll get you home in one piece
to see your mother and father and niece.
They lied about it all, the long the short the tall,
you'll find your piece another casket please.
The order given was mine, it couldn't have been undone.
No place for your kind, in starstruck battlelines.
Can we forgive and forget? Power went straight to her head
no place for your kind, in startstruck battlelines.