well im me dont like it to bad stop hatin punk
In the darkness of night
A man stands at his post
A bullet passes by way to close
But this man does not move
...
To some death is relief
To others it's a sign
It does not really bother me
Death will come in time
...
First to die in a losing battle
will he be remembered
highly doubtful
so now his ghost haunts the shore
...
nothing left but empty space
now my mind has been erased
I watch time pass day by day
waiting an watching for her face
...