You Made It Baby

I went for miles and miles and miles
And miles and miles and miles for you
I've got you in my dirty hands
A message left by you
It's only love, it's temporary
But this, is not
I hold in my dirty hands
The proof that you forgot

Now tell me
What kind of dystopian hellhole is this
I'm not one to show no fear [?]
Which to exist [?]
If this is ... believed your eyes [?]
Well ... protest [?]
You had the opportunity
Well consider yourself blessed

Now I'm down in a cellar
I wait for the first shot
I'm waiting, waiting, waiting
For those last words

You made it baby
You made it, made it, baby