Why are we still here? Just to suffer? Every night, I can feel my leg... and my arm... even my fingers. The body I've lost... the souls I've lost... won't stop hurting... It's like its all still there. You feel it, too, don't you? I'm gonna make them give back our past.

Why are we still here? Just to suffer? Every night, I can feel my leg... and my arm... even my fingers. The body I've lost... the souls I've lost... won't stop hurting... It's like its all still there. You feel it, too, don't you? I'm gonna make them give back our past.