The sky is black,
the world is cold,
surrounded by the crows.

no stars for me,
no need to see,
the bodies far below.

each day that's passed,
was my last,
until the morning dawn.

each time I wake,
I pray for death,
salvation never comes.


Chorus:
I'm not gonna be,

I'm not the hero you think I am.
And it seems to me,
that I should be,

the last in line for it.
Prayin for release,
I'm not a number I'm a man.

my one regret,
I'll never get,
to see my home again.

(My bitter end.)

The man you know,

that man is dead,
a shell is what remains.
consumed by rage,

bathed in death,
a gun without a name.
his aim is true,

his heart is cold,
his face is hard as stone.
as the bullets fly,

I wonder if,
I could be the man you've known.


CHORUS