My brother, I am done with this game, taking lives has turned me cold, feeling gone, with their cold eyes sewn to my soul, I yearn for love, but it eludes me,
If I stop, will it find me? or does it obviate me?
My brother, I am done with this game, rendering harmless, or terminating with extreme prejudice, just sayings to absolve and exculpate our actions,
My brother, I canβt stand this, I cry to her, or to the ghost that I wish was her, I ruined it, and all in the name of God and country.