In a grave we try our best
To give our love enternal rest
In the coffin bitter and cold
we wish for them once more to hold
In the coffin all alone
There flesh falls off from the bone
Stuck out here fighting an endless war
Only god knows what were fighting for
We all hate to love, and love to hate that crused thing we call fate
They're the ones that leve us hollow. We're the ones that will soon follow.
