My skin appears to becoming paper thin
Yet I am no coward, feel no fear
I am a warrior with a razor blade and an army of bad memories
A captain who's forgot how to steer and a crew full of drunks
The light has not been taken from my eyes, I am simply too strange to do anything rational
I wouldn't mind if for the rest of my life I only slept with the sheep
I wouldn't mind if for the rest of my life I was free
They say it's easiest to conquer in numbers but I'd rather just fight my battles alone