There's one thing about life you got to know You learn how to live, you learn how to die Fuck No philosophy No dead ends We know what you want He was standing alone Feeling so cold With no hopes in his soul Trying to find A way to survive Or a reason to fight He's fighting for nothing And he can't really understand How can someone just decide Who is right who is wrong His hands are shaking He can't breathe can't feel anything His blood is so cold and His wounds just don't hurt anymore The scars of the war Will never heal Won't leave him behind No matter who lives no matter who dies He's just killing himself He's fighting for nothing And he can't really understand How can someone just decide Who is right who is wrong His hands are shaking He can't breathe can't feel anything His blood is so cold and His wounds just don't hurt anymore He's hiding secrets That he would never tell His spirit is broken He can't face himself He's just a puppet He's under control He doesn't have any will of his own He doesn't remember What he had back home He still doesn't know Why he's fighting and what for? He can't face himself He's hiding secrets That he would never tell His spirit is broken He can't face himself He's just a puppet He's under control He doesn't have any will of his own He doesn't remember What he had back home He still doesn't know Why he's fighting and what for? He can't face himself