We pull the cord that ties you to the land of the living. Pour my blood into the fight. We are at war. Buried head in hands engulfed by disbelieve. We’re left breathless. From the same root and bonded by blood. There's a flow in life I never understood. Wrapped in silence that is virtue in times when every word cuts through the air like knives. Like knives through rotten flesh. Curse the cancer that feeds on the life of the living. We’ve cut the cord that tied you, to us desperate living. No battles left to fight. We’ve lost the war.