Who am I to say what’s right or wrong? But who are you to pull the trigger on their enemy? Young man joined the front lines to still his stormy soul Now all that’s left are the memories of old
They all fall down Some won’t survive Trying to escape the memory of what they became
Who am I to say what’s right or wrong? But who are you to pull the trigger on their enemy? Young man joined the front lines to still his stormy soul Now all that’s left are the memories of war
They all fall down Some won’t survive Trying to escape the memories of what they became