I build a wall,
around my body;
A shield from all the bullets

They got the chance to
seclude our souls.
The chance was one,
and they took it.

I build a wall
Around my thoughts
So that nobody can reach them
To the young boy next to me I
preach them
But it would take
Not a bullet to **** him
The trigger to his death;
Is one.

Solitude is the most powerful weapon.
It's the best way
to convince a man
He'd be better off in Heaven

But don't you worry
Son.
The walls of the grave will
Always protect you.
Don't you worry
Son.
The angels are loyal
they will
Never neglect you.