- Someone has to stain his hands -
I heard a whisper on my shoulder pretending life is worth the fight.O can you hear the song of thunder When fear strangles a soldier's pride And on the surface of the waters Will dance reflections of the fire in the night. I remember cheering from towers A face is smiling in the light I remember the bells, the flowers Those days are dying in the dark. Boy I was shaped for the fury Now I pay the price Of the human race's vice [center]The Other Side by Woodkid on Grooveshark[/center]