Well of all those seven deadly sins. I wore around my neck for him. Hunger anger lust and greed. Envy pride and jealousy. There was one I guess that was the worst of all. That gave a little push. Started the fall from grace that I took so hard. I took so long so long and far. But I just couldn't spend me another night. In the cold cold bed of the butcher's wife. So afraid to fall asleep afraid to wake. And afraid to dream. No I just couldn't stay I couldn't wait it out. And bite my tongue for another hour. One more endless day. Day after night and night after day. Well it's been a two-year stint in no man's land. Nobody here really gives a damn. So why can't we call it a draw. In the bloody war to end all wars?. In the bloody war. In the bloody way. In the bloody bloody war. In the bloody bloody war. Well I'm far too quick with the poison pen. Can't believe I'm writing again after all these goddamned years. And someday when the ghosts have all gone home. Far too late to be rattling bones then will you lay me down. Lay me down? Oh will you let it be?. Such a bloody war. Such a bloody war. Such a bloody bloody war. Such a bloody war. Such a bloody war. Such a bloody bloody war