Standing straightnIn front of men10 to 8ntime to killnthere’s a mirrornor a dreamnthere’s a black holenor a scenennand there’s a feelingnthat’s stirring insidenwhile I’m bleedingnfor your beautiful smilennGod bless war’s nConsequencesnBut, my fault,nIt’s revengenWe are movingnBut where to?nI am running nFar from younnCause there’s a storm in menThat’s stirring insidenWhile I am dying nFor your beautiful smilennwhen we’ll get old baby you will seenAnd that death inside will just fade with rainnYeah, when we get old maybe you will seenThat my heart’s gone mad nright in front of me nn