A friend, the only friend who whispers in your ear
Just to say good luck and that is all you need to hear
I wrap up cold so when I march on my bare heels
Everything I lack in style´s made up with how I feel

I need us undivided, I want this thing to stop
I´ve had the training to be overwhelmed but I´m not
Empty soul of hate but this isn´t my war
Couldn´t tell you how it started or where it is fought
Oh no...