I think that I should swallow my pride
The moment when my future dies
The mask I wear is self-applied
The book is full of things I'd hide
And all the people cried
But at least we tried
Blood soaked coats and weakened bones
Saxophones and strings
The men who died away from home
The boy who spread his wings
We've worked so hard to mend
Everything we've lost
We won't last long my friend
It's the perfect end to us