with his final chance at liberty   prepared to meet his fate   to late for introductions   no longer will death wait      the way that things can change   in the brink of your demise   you never thought in all you're years   your truth could tell you lies      woah...      with the slightest sense of dignity   he left his world behind   upon his deathbed   uncertain what he'll find      a coward to his heart   a solider in his mind   marching to the battlefield   to a war that has no time      woah...      trapped behind a wall of shame   no one can hear your cries   you find your actions similar   to the one's that you despise      do the bottom of your boots   have the blood of other men?   or just the dirt from the streets   of the city you live in?      woah...yah!      you left your dreams to die   but they never seem to miss you   you'd love to tell me why   but dead men dont tell tales      woah...