I’ve been sitting beside myself   at the edge of the earth,    trying to find a    reason for why we’re still here    and why we’re still fighting.    And yesterday after the battles had ensued,    I think to myself about all these families,    and how they’re missing a member now,    if it’s not them it’s me,      I don’t take pleasure in this   no choice, no options, no remorse   am I the martyr or the ghost?   am I the martyr, am I the ghost?         Taking these tainted miss lead lives,    is what a man like me only knows how to do,    forgive these hands,    forgive these eyes,    for the things they’ve done   and the things they’ve seen    and the things they’re about to do      let’s make it through this night   let’s makes everything right   let’s make it through this night   let’s make it out alive!      chris