The sickness that plagues your very mind will be your envy, my demise.
This is a call to all arms.
This is the final straw.
Follow us!
One by one, lined up, we're ready to fall.
The sun is finally setting.
This is our chance to shine.
Set your eyes to the prize.
This is the war to end wars, the one that we must fight.
The war to end the wars that end so many lives.
You know that your ghosts will rise.
This war is not over!
Below the grave sings the highest notes.
This morning is all too black.
I'm waist high in this trash.
I've fallen short of my goal to end this war.
I'm out on my own.
This war isn't over now.