There are days when nothing can comfort me, when my faith is shot to shit, and i drift so hopelessly, days..When the war is neither won nor lost, when the weapons are dropped, confused..As to why im fighting in the first place, expressionless face, no trace, there is nothing more daunting, than a silent battlefield, debating weither or not, to drop my shield, in the fear of a pre-emptive attack, empty, like ive fled my flesh for the day, to observe my confused ways, dear life...Im calling in sick today, as the snow falls down, cold...And miles away.