Nice shot, vigilante
But is your justice true?
Or can you accept-
That even you
Don't love you?
So with all gone,
In dying hands do affect
These perilous dreams
I'd rather forget
To forge to the front-right
See the light shine on you
In you freezing apathy
The foe that you slew
But you are not happy
And you never shall be
The same they have taken from you
They have taken from me