A shrill colder than ice,
fills my ears,
Your sharp tongue cut me once before,
I refuse to stand around just so you can see me fall,
I'm not your human sacrafice,
Nor will I be scared of your fears,
I don't want to know anymore what lies in your core,
I can't be your support wall,
Your aim is now precise it is me in your sights,
You made me a machine with no gears feel no pain and cry no tears,
Your battle cries started this war,
Yet our armies grow small,
We've both paid the ultimate price,
As our last breathe nears,
We don't know what we were fighting for,
It was only our hearts we maul
