Dear Lord,
I wish to confess
The ghastly sin by which
I have signed my own death warrant

I’ve been charging along this path
Even though the wall you built
Has been standing firm
For some time now

I pride myself on not being a quitter
Though that might be my downfall
Constructing my own web of shame,
Forever refusing the blame

Blasting through the whirlwind of phases
Equipped with the most lethal of my weapons,
Always ready to defeat my own victories

We’re running out of choices, my friend
Or perhaps our choices are running out of patience
Therefore, I plead you one last time
To rise up and take a stand
For our wounds are getting ever harder to mend

So look in my eyes,
Fulfill my final wish
All you have to do is sit and talk
We’ll battle through the memories
Take on the fiercest of our demons
And with the final ray of sunshine,
At last, we’ll know
Who shall live to tell the tale