Sound the Retreart
There’s no fight left in me
The more I push, the more I bleed
All effort in vain, leads to defeat
Sound the retreat
Wage your wars, bring your gun
But be ready to chase, for I will run
Not giving in to your sick idea of fun
Sound the retreat
I will defend myself no more
I know my truth, I know my core
I lay still until you get bored
Sound the retreat
May as well give up now
The curtain’s drawn, I took a bow
I’ve sounded the retreat
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