Last night I thought you knocked an apology at my door,
But fools do not know how to save the hearts of their soldiers
No wonder that the streets go empty on your command when you just say so
Oh, isn't it beautiful
Aren't you proud, boy
"Eyes are the windows to one's soul" went the saying
But hell has more grace reserved in the chambers

Last night I sorted out all of the laundry moments
Pretentious remains of a battle long forgotten
But then again, it wouldn't mean a thing to me
Ego can't hide in the swamp of your story
Held in place by the sheer force of pity
You are just a product of a ****** up society
Never mind my sanity, I humbly admit
That soldiers do know how to lose all their guilt.