He’s gold, you’re silver,
and I’m wearing green.
I’ve always wanted to conquer, and now I have,
but I’m still in shellshock.
See what you’ve done to me?
Retreat, lick my wounds, lick them clean
until I’m no longer jaded.
Retreat, lick my wounds, lick them clean
until all promises of happiness are forgotten.
It’s only compulsory
to release steam after four years fighting.
Laugh the loudest laugh, the grittiest growl,
let all that is built up come blasting out
for once in my God damn life.
