I'll follow you into hell
Because really, what more do I have to lose?
My mother's long dead
My father...
Don't even get me started on my father
Should I feel bad about his death?
Probably Do I?
He curses me
Marred my back with that horrid science
Cared more about his research than his own daughter
Showed a stranger compassion while I was given the cold shoulder
Do I care?
It doesn't really matter now
I went against his wishes
Gave up everything out of boredom
Joined the military knowing full well a war was coming
Stained my hands crimson because I had nothing better to do
I won't deny that I was hoping to see you again
Praying that our paths would cross once more
I wasn't expecting my prayers to be answered in that blood soaked hell
And now that its all over
Now that I have blood on my hands and burns on my back
I'm ready to do it all over again
Because I'll follow you into hell if you asked me to, sir
