My world is fire and blood
Look at you
If you can't stand up, you can't do war
I'm not staying here dying soft
If I'm gonna die, I'm gonna die historic
I'm gonna die historic
I am the one who runs from both the living and the dead
Hunted by scavengers, haunted by those I could not protect
So I exist in this wasteland
A man, reduced to a single instinct: Survive
Here they come again
Worming their way into the black matter of my brain
My world is fire and blood
As the world fell, each of us in our own way was broken
It was hard to know who was more crazy
Me or everyone else
I tell myself, they cannot touch me
They are long dead