He won´t change his battlefield, he´s all alone, (in the eyes of)
He was shooting the same old guns again
Its growing on and on, to a monument
They won´t stop the demons in his head (for the last)
What is left, two years ago from now
What is left, in the body where it´s grown
He won´t change his battlefield, he cannot turn,
He´s fighting the same old enemies
There grows a monster, can´t be beat,
Created by the progress heat (it´s a shame)

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