He just sits, and waits for them to kick in the door
He once was a hero, they don’t love him no more
There’s a blast, every time a ten hit’s the floor
Had a gift, for not fighting another man’s war
And if they can get their hands on the mask
That he had wore on his face
They can put someone else in his place, to restore
The state, the illusion that it’s safe
The faith, that being a slave is so great
As gas fills the room
And rockets destroy eveything around him
He stands to find himself surrounded
By thousands of soldiers he once trained
To never miss their targets, heartless ~ Hello Goodbye
