This face,
The story of a man,
Who fought with grit and determination,
He took it upon himself,
To make the tough decisions for everybody else,
He knew deep in his heart,
That the soldiers he led would never know better,
And when someone fell,
He was the first to write the folks a nice letter,
Put your helmets on, we're going to battle,
Keep your armour on 'cause we may not return this time,
I once solemnly swore,
I'd knock down heavens door,
But now I'm not so sure, I'm not so sure, I'm not so sure,
And on his lonliest days,
He thinks of all the roles he's played,
Deep in his heart that guided him to the answer,
And for all the fools still questioning,
He won't wait for your reckoning,
Serves up the truth on a viscious platter,
Like it didn't even matter,
So there came a day where he spoke to his heart,
The words of his maker,
Closed his eyes and returned to the grave,
Fire hard and retreat 'til they break,
And when he saw the fear in the eyes of his troops,
He raised his broken hand to proclaim,
Today is the end of the world,
As the last commandment said,
Put your helmets on, we're going to battle,
Keep your armour on 'cause we may not return this time,
I once solemnly swore,
I'd knock down heavens door,
But now I'm not so sure, I'm not so sure, I'm not so sure,
I feel like the apocalypse cow,
I'll sacrafice myself right here and now.
I feel like the apocalypse cow,
I'll sacrafice myself right here and now.