You're going to get us killed,

The way you meddle and malice

How you paint the commands

That drag us so close to the end.

You're going to leave me when I need you most,

When the possibilities reign endless,

When what I want to say is trapped,

Between my lips.

You're going to hide when the war begins,

When the blood is shed, and tears line the floor,

When it leaves my lips like a final breath,

I whisper your name.

You're going to stand,

Amongst the carnage

Find me in the mud

And hold me again.