There is still a million things to tell,
but it's always the same.
Blood,
guts,
nightmares
& political *******.
No matter how I slice it,
it will always be the same.
So I'm closing the book,
they're no more stories to tell,
no reason to spread any more horror.
And don't you worry about me,
the war is over,
I'll just die with the bad memories,
alone.