Dischord - Casualties of War lyrics

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**!