Sorrow for a fallen angel. Fury rests as you repent. The times will find your actions shameful. Your will will be your new torment. I'm a gun. Through the thick I venture on. Cross barren sands and marshy bogs. I climb to find maternal memories have fallen null and void. I know. I'm gonna find a way. You're not alright; your fears in sight. A mission to defend. Your pain's a tool. You know the rules. A mission till the end.
Here's some stupid butt rock. See if you can figure out what it's about. БЕИ
Damn, I didn't know you were so close. Yeah, if you ever play live locally, you'd better let us know for sure, I'd love to make it to a show or two. Or three. You know.
Okay, I have two theories. It's either about how you are currently 50ft away from our current location with a fully loaded AR15 and a cool headband, or it is a cry for help because you've been turned into an army figurine and are being held captive by a child.
"Your pain is a tool" could mean that things you've been through can really teach you how to handle future situations. as the saying goes, "Being an expert means you have made lots of mistakes".
"A mission till the end" means see it through, no matter what happens. keep fighting until you physically or mentally can't anymore.
"Cross barren sands and marshy bogs" could be a metaphor to what i was talking about earlier in the way soldiers will fight to the end.