Lyric

I’m no hero, no saint of the sky—

Just a man who refused to die

If I wear this face, it’s only to show

I’ll drink with ghosts before I bow

Call me a pig, but let it be known:

A pig who flies lives on his own

Wars ended, medals rusted away

But gunfire still rings in yesterday

I’ve seen brave men drown in cheers

And cowards toast to forgotten years

So I took my pride, broke it in two

One for the bottle, one for the blue

They wanted a captain, a flag in red—

But I chose silence instead

I’m no hero, no saint of the sky—

Just a man who refused to die

If I wear this face, it’s only to show

I’ll drink with ghosts before I bow

Call me a pig, but let it be known:

A pig who flies lives on his own

There was a woman, voice like a scar

Singing to men who forgot who they are

I loved her once—though I never confessed

For love needs courage, and I loved her less

Not her, but the way she stayed

When every promise had already decayed

She never asked me why I turned away—

She knew some men break if they stay

I’m no hero, no saint of the sky—

Just a man who refused to die

If I wear this face, it’s only to show

I’ll drink with ghosts before I bow

Call me a pig, but let it be known:

A pig who flies lives on his own

So let kings march and poets pray

Let bright flags rot in the rain

I’ll keep flying, low and far

Where names mean less than a scar

For I’m no hero, and I won’t be saved—

I traded glory for the air I craved

Call it exile, call it disgrace—

I’ll call it freedom, leaving no trace

And if I vanish, lost to the sea

Let one voice say it honestly:

He was no hero

He was never tame

He died as he lived—

Too proud to change his name