I gave my life for King and Country
I walked the world and it was bad
I lost it all but I was grateful to give them everything I had
I made it home in mid-December
I didn't leave the house at all
I started seeing things in my reflection
I started hearing fingers scratching in the wall
I'm so afraid of what I've made myself believe today
She's started seeing other people
Anyone who doesn't make her cry
She's moved away
I wish I couldn't say that I'm the only reason why
She's waking up in an apartment
She's putting on somebody's shirt
She's making stories up about me
Worst of all it doesn't hurt
I'm not a man
I don't think I can let it go anymore
I take a train up to Chicago
It doesn't matter where I go
Step out at union station
Point my pistol in the air and fire fifteen gunshots in a row
The magazine is empty
I'm tackled to the ground
I fall asleep in a police car
I don't make another sound
Resting peace
Sweet release
Hold me close and don't let me go
The microphone is on the table
My hands are tethered to a chair
They ask me questions and the answer always is "I don't know and I don't really care."
I've turned my back on God and country
I've walked the world and it is bad
It's cold and dark and it is hateful
And it's all I've ever had
I'm not afraid of what I've made myself believe today
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