It feels wrong, as if I'm enslaving you when I ask.
The humble slave, struggling for freedom, lost in his mind, wanting to escape
I know already that I'm unimportant
But I've asked so much of you.
The cruel prison to an innocent man
I won't ask again.
Just know that maybe, just maybe I could...
Never mind, I'll return to my trench. At least I have The Grey for company