my hands stained and my heart full of guilt

Soldiers who do the dying and soldiers who do the fighting

nevertheless, it's easy to turn to god for solution 

but not where you're standing is full of blood

my hands stained and my heart full of guilt

and sometimes when they ask me why are you not afraid

I tell them; I'm just tired 

I can't do what you do

I can't let anyone die for me

, so I kill my soul for me to archive my goal 

at the end of the day me dying and you fighting serves one purpose

loyalty and bravely  

thank you

love