Transmetropolitian by War From A Harlots Mouth
It´s so cold here And dark There has been war for years Behind closed doors Not even a half-hearted try To put the weapons down It´s raining lead And, as always, the wrong one die Pater Familias? Pater Judas! Black clouds between us In your case doom means salvation It there´s a day of redemption One last breath for justice One last glimpse for my release What did he say in his defence? Guess what: Nothing! Let me sleep! The never-ending fight is tiring me Give me quiet, give me strength For a new war