Sound, the Bugle, now - play it just for me.
As the seasons change - remember how I used to be.
Now I can't go on - I can't even start.
I've got nothing left, just an empty heart.
I'm a soldier - wounded, so I must give up the fight.
There's nothing more for me. Lead me away...
...or leave me lying here.
Sound, the Bugle, now - tell them I don't care.
There's not a road I know, that leads to anywhere...
Without a light I feel that I will stumble in the dark.
Lay right down, decide not to go on..."
Fast work. Vent art. nah.