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Text: Rise Against. Endgame. Survivor Guilt.

Block the entrances, close the doors
Seal the exits, 'cause this is war
All gave some, some gave all
But for what? I wanna know

Carry on, don't mind me
All I gave was everything
And yet you ask me for more

Fought your fight, bought your light
In return I lost my life
What purpose does this serve?

A fallen figure, burn the heart
A family all but torn apart
And I fought with courage to preserve
Not my way of life but yours

Carry on, don't mind me
All I gave was everything
And yet you ask me for more

Fought your fight, bought your light
In return I lost my life
What purpose does this serve?

The campers reaching battered stones
With words that turn the cameras off
But once it meant, just fuck them up
'Cause freedom isn't free

They send our daughters and our sons
Deserts under burning sons
Sacrificial slaughtering
To fill the pockets of the weak

I'm not official in the way
Are we so easily deceived?

They carry on, oh

Don't carry on, just walk away
How many more sent to their graves
In this lasting war?

I fought your fight, bought your light
In return I lost my life
What purpose does this serve?
What purpose did I serve? Oh