Losing was half the battle, fighting was the rest
Bruised and trapped and saddled, trying, no success
Was stupid, stabbed in travel, denying so called bests
Troops with massive cattles, defying's not correct

Proving that the point cut too deep, moving fast to front shut to weep
Feeling weak, given up, killing streaks on siblings, STOP!
I failed you, Failed myself, spread more pain than the pain i've felt
If i could go back, do somethin' else, fed poor saints than to save my pelt

From this day on, this point forward, this economy falls towards
Ponies broke, sad and poor, Can’t afford a candle for
Families with cabins torn, battlefields have ravaged all
Casualties in baggage for a mannered merry foal

It's survival of the fittest, in denial of the sickness
Of a child facing witness, in a wild crazy business
As of now there's no way back, no returning, no retract
No near curtain, no exact. So we’re burning, fallen, black.

In time of war,
No crime to fall
Yet cries for more
A fright to all
Can’t stand it, shan’t have it, can’t stand a chance, dammit, Stand!
Can’t carry on, cramped and it’s all, expanded to long, and abandoned, our fault as we sank in our cause


I've watched as the innocent ride, brimming with pride, thinking of conquest
I thought these things would be wiped simple as flies, turned out to be nonsense
I sent them into demise, the innocent died, although it was offset
It was my thing to decide, these innocent lives, they trusted me but yet

I failed them, I'm sorry, I didn't know of the wicked secrets that war keeps
I hadn't heard the sound of a weakening heartbeat, never before had I seen the demons that haunt me
They taunt me, but I don't fear death, I lost me in all those regrets
It's cold but yet my bones are set in stone, it won't reset my soul is dead and so

I'm finding shelter in a bottle,
mind is dealt with but these thoughts are grinding, melting me with sorrow,
cries of "help me" I'm at loss of words, I felt it, they are lost and cursed,
afraid that I have lost the world. just dazed, but I am often worse.

And it's all because, these walls and facades we can't hold 'em up
Wouldn't start to withdraw if a cobra struck. Got all of the cards never called the bluff
Now the blood drawn is crust, and the bones are all but dust
I hear their call, I must. I can't keep the souls of the fallen hushed

In times of war,
the light is lost,
my frightening thoughts
will guide the shot
Can’t stand it, shan’t have it, can’t stand a chance, dammit, Stand!
Can’t carry on, cramped and it’s all, expanded to long, and abandoned, our fault as we sank in our cause