(Things have all changed)
(Some claim to be heroes)
(Some are only living for fame and wealth)
(Some cling to life and see us as machines)
(Some are fragile and pathetic)
(All of them, all these different faces, have all died)
(Only I have survived)
From the moment that I was fresh off the factory floor
I am only seen as but a machine in human form
No one could ever dare to try seeing me as something more
Than either a goddess or a mere weapon of war
My kind are dehumanized, objectified
Or revered and idealized, deified
I am both the cannon and the fodder
The sheep and the slaughterer
A soulless drone that follows orders
Without any doubt or question
Yet I'll be mourned a fallen daughter
If I were to be killed in action
Living doll, sentient contraption
My existence is a contradiction
I am placed on a pedestal
But I am also expendable
Never-ending is this war that I fight
Both on the surface and the inside
That is waged within taciturn eyes
Of the only one who survives
All the tears that I have cried
Have already long run out and dried
All these different faces, have all died
Only I have survived
Some commanders were heroes
Or so they claimed
While others lived and died
For vanity and fame
Some had clung to life and
Saw us as just machines
And others left behind
Self-inflicted murder scenes
My experience has come with the cost
Of witnessing too many lives tragically lost
I am forced to pretend about this I do not care
But deep down inside, the pain is too much to bear
Never-ending is this war that I fight
Both on the surface and the inside
That is waged within taciturn eyes
Of the only one who survives
All the tears that I have cried
Have already long run out and dried
All these different faces, have all died
Only I have survived
Bearing the guilt of all who had died
For I am the only one that survived
(Well, I'm the only one who survived)
(Only me)
This war is hell
I know this all to well
I've seen too many fruitless battles
And commanders dead
You can never tell
For whom next tolls the bell
When they're slaughtered like cattle
Will this ever end?
(I want to know...)
Will this ever end?
(But for what am I still living?)
Never-ending is this war that I fight
Both on the surface and the inside
That is waged within taciturn eyes
Of the only one who survives
All the tears that I have cried
Have already long run out and dried
All these different faces, have all died
Only I have survived
