Fire in the hole! Waiting for the blast Vibrations in the earth Before the smoke can clear Im diving underground Searching through the dark I hunt the Vietcong Feel the acrid smoke ripping through my lungs Morality is gone... to kill is to survive Morality is gone... to kill is to survive Drive my body forward knowing what Ill find Drive my body forward through this passage to hell, I crawl among the bodies and piles of human waste Then I hear sound and lift my gun to aim Thunderous exchange, reeling from the pain Twisting on the ground, tasting my own blood People running by, they dont try to help Im afraid to die... so afraid to die! So afraid to die This cannot be true People running by, thinking I have died People running by leaving me to die Casualty of war Body on the pile I lie alone, but still refuse to give my soul up to this hell Flashing back from hell, returning to the world, Hearing my own screams tearing through the night Clutching at my chest, my fingers trace the scars Somehow Ive got to end these visions in my head Bottle in my hand, barrel in my mouth Bottle in my hand, barrel in my mouth Somehow Ive got to end visions in my head Fought so many years, this war for sanity I cannot go on this ends for me today
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