A sense a smell a moving field,
of loss and grief and disbelief
Brave new child new floods of hate,
downward spiral of life and death
Caress the hero and abort the rest,
behind walls of sins and hate
A new found pleasure of pain and relief,
in 40 feet of mud and blood
Into the black, the black hole of my soul
There is no light, in the end of the tunnel
Into the black, the black hole of my soul
There is no light, in the end of the tunnel