Lyrics:

It was so cold in hell I remember it well It was so cold that year It was colder than hell Things haven't been good So you leave for a while I was off on a tour I hadn't heard Eve dropped in With the letter he wrote And I read it aloud To prove that I could The neighbor boys laughing Cause you know anwar We never thought Quite enough good We thought that we knew you And I guess that we don't In heaven no more To repeat the past We called you the black pen Remember that? The sea is wide The streets are long And there's blood on all our hands And the cat is gone And only what's left to us Is history built on dust There was sweat on a cold source Of missions and governments Supplies and victories Good girl and king to please The still keys are everywhere In a thousand yard stare We all end up the same Like little lambs to meet their end