The beasts are biting at each other
I fight that should concern another
Only to be broken by the mother
But not the real one, she has lied
The rebels yell "Off with his head"
standing among the sick and dead
While I watch it from her bed
But not the true one, she will hide
The fake armor and broken gun
from a last party of none
Trying to escape the sun
But not the just one, she has tried
I watch the hope come with the fall
Crumbling like the ruined wall
I wait a bit, so she will stall
But not the real one she has died.