One year before the day she swore to me she knew exactly how this would end
 You left them once before
 And now you've found a reason to finish what you've started

 The forfeit of a barren path, this is a death march, an escape from it all
 The final defiant act of a broken man
 losing [bad word] now an absence embraced

 Guilt draped like a cross around your neck
 Too proud to face the burden you'll [bad word] 
 Words scrawled across a page

 Close the door and leave it all behind
 father, a son, you were known by many names
 Will they be remembered as your breathing departs?

 funeral call to those who morn this figure withered by the rain
 The skies grey, downpour above his plot of freshly carved earth
 [bad word] epitaph if ever there was

 The shot rang out, echoes shattered off the wall
 The shot rang out, the shot rang out
 Echoes shattered off the wall, the shot rang out

 And to this day I still grieve for her
 Now haunted forever by that sound