A life filled with plucking led and healing
Anyone crying when they'd be better off dying
I'd tell myself that I'm helping, but I'd be lying
Oh, what has become the use of even trying?
Corpses, wounds, despair, war and pain
It's worse than death here, so what's to gain
By prolonging their torture when it's better to be slain?
No life is worth when there's an evil to entertain
"Happy thoughts, happy thoughts" the voices say
I can't just sit here and quietly decay...
WITHOUT A FIGHT.
I will NOT let myself rust away!
I'll take matters into my OWN hands and make 'em pay!
No more syringes, no bandages, only the finest gunpowder!
When the enemy screams - I'll make 'em scream louder!
Instead of joy and relief, they shall scream with fear:
"Lou and behold, the doctor is here!"
And my comrades - like they're any better!
They just want to keep this fight up for longer
Go on! Scream! You're only wasting your breath
The war is worse, so why be scared of death?
I haven't seen the other side, but whatever's there
Surely doesn't compare to this pain, so I don't care
Goodbye now world, I hope I put up a good fight
Now it is time to fly my first and last flight.
~The End~
