• Perpetual angel wings flocking around my conscience,
    A single finger lies on the button of the bomb so let's launch this,
    I can't describe this fight but I'm about to watch it end,
    Exploding through them with poisoned rain that they can't defend,

    I feel a little girl's hand bloody and blackened as the sky,
    I hear voices in my head but they're real and not mine,
    I smell the coughing smoke collapse my lungs and burning my heart,
    I see a family screaming names as us soldiers tore them apart,

    ... and the burdens all on me,
    The weight of the world is too harsh to believe,
    and every single little second I feel my ego bleed,
    creating a pool of regret that is slowly drowning me,

    I wake up to pats on my shoulders and champagne,
    The screaming smiles of my friends but their smiles don't erase this pain,
    and it hurts; hurts so much yet I wasn't even the one who felt it,
    Why should I forget this pain if I was the one who dealt it?