We men are a wretched thing
Have sorrow woven into the pattern of our lives
We bury deep in us what we art
To serve those we has't sworn to defend
A fraud we art with a facade of steel
But entomb in us what we yearneth and feel
Death, have you come for me?
I want to confess fully and sincerely, but my heart is empty
The emptiness is a mirror with my own face in it
I see myself, and I am filled with hatred and disgust, because of my
Indifference to them, I have cut myself off from other men
All my life I have been living in a phantom world, locked up in my
Dreams, I cry out to Him in the dark, but sometimes it seems
As if there is no one there, if that is true, then all life is meaningless
Nobody can live with Death before his eyes if he thinks oblivion lies at
The end, but one day all of us must stand alone at the edge of the pit of
Darkness, we must fashion an image out of our own terror
And we are to call that image God
A man yond doth not knoweth violence
Ain't peaceful, but harmless and weak
True loveth ain't bestowed on us
Yond's solely for dogs, kids and wives alone
The ring we giveth to any whore
Just a fucked-up tale of bliss and a mendacious lore
A 'brother in arms' will care more for thee
Than the snake thou didst wed and shared a many of beds
Stride thy way through the curseth gift of being a man
And win the war thou tell nay one about
For any man who has every reason to put a gun to his head but hasn't
For any man who keeps on living and fighting because of their kids
And the ones they care for, and for all dreams they abandoned
In the name of marriage, responsibility, and honor
So they shall protect and provide
