(Between the verses in your part)
Austria keeps telling me that I'm doing so well
I try to trust him, honestly, but I find it hard to tell
If I need guns, or I need bombs, I try my best to remain calm
I tell myself, I say out loud, “it’s fine I’ll figure it all out”
I tend to forget, my empire’s quite young
In a way, this war of mine has only just begun
I’ve got time…
I’ve got time