Death was my hero
I saw in it my ego
Eyeless children we had only a tongue
We'd seen none, we were so young
I remember staring at the carnage with all its glory
One hero and his story
Men's end of time
The end of the line
Bodies rot and dry in the sun
Where is my tongue? It's gone
Now as the eyeless children know
The true eyes we now grow
I remember staring at the carnage with all its glory
One million men each with his story
So wicked, I can't remember who I am
Stood shocked, can't believe this all is planned
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