Deep in the mind, tragic display
Limbs that tremble, can't k** the shakes
Eternal shock, traumatic memory
Surreal thoughts, like yesterday
Why am I here, still in this place
Can't get away, my past embraced
Can't figure out what's happening to me,
Get me out
The things I've seen can't be un-shown
The things I've done, they are my own
The lives that I took will not spare me
Their burden I still carry
A straight jacket will not confine me
All the pills in this world will not silence me
The casualties of my past will never forgive me
Pa**ed enemies awaken before me
Shrouded within delusion
No sense in justifying what I see
Holding his own child at gunpoint
Firing the gun, shooting my rounds blindly
Destroying his life in mere instants
Unknowing what is dead before me
Casualties of his insanity
Deep in the trench, squadron lying
Forced in defence, comrades dying
Children unarmed, shivering crying
Village is swarmed, none remaining
Offensive attack, so much k**ing
Attacked from the back, blood is spilling
As my chamber reloads, shrapnel sends searing d**h to them all
War was declared, we were forced to k**
Objective unknown, we were just left there
Pre-emptive attack, none were left to spare
As we forged on, so many died
Bodies piled high, scavengers feeding
Heart rate is low, barely beating
The things I've seen, burned in memory
Scenes I'll take to my grave
Deep in the darkness I go
Far below
Into the trench I have dug
Follow me
Spoken:
"The global powers have ama**ed armies in which young children have been forced to obey orders in which conflicted with their integrity, such as k**ing innocent victims, thus causing them post-traumatic stress disorder"
Onwards soldier! We must press on,
k** everything in sight,
No remorse, no conscience,
Just do as I say and k**!!
Fight for freedom, fight for your country,
Fight for your families back home!
But most of all fight for your god 'cause
Who the f** do you think started this all?
Brainwashing generations of mindless drones
Fit them into the mold, give them a gun and point
f** the consequences, we must win at all costs
Just file the victims under Casualties of War
Who the f** do you think you're dealing with here, p**y?
This f**ing war
You better fall back in line and get your sh** together, son!!
You still haven't reached your k**ing quota for the week!
k**!