This game's been fun but it tires of me.
It's time i made myself a memory,
boxed up and filed away amongst the others of my kind:
brothers in another life, grieving silently, each on our own.
We're volunteers of indefinite imprisonment.

Skewered between the tines of humility, 
fed like spare parts to a war machine
Left for scrap, deadened and oily
Reaching for that cleansing fire
Mere inches away for you, 
A mile away for me.

If youd have wept for me youd soon find out
this steel wasnt as stainless as you promised
wasn't as painless as you hoped
cut too fucking thin on codeine too thick
but I'll never choke
on the morphine of what it meant to love you again.