And it's like, it feels like as if somebody was gripping my throat and squeezing and...

A drink for the horror that I'm in,
For the good guys, and the bad guys,
For the monsters that I've been.
Three cheers for tyranny,
Unapologetic apathy,
Cause there ain't no way that I'm coming back again.

And through it all
How could you cry for me?
Cause I don't feel bad about it.
So shut your eyes, 
Kiss me goodbye,
And sleep.
Just sleep.

The hardest part's the awful things that I've seen.