| I walk across the sea of flames
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| Against the firing line
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| Being told they’re
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| The ones to blame
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| We invade, we destroy
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| Innocence tattered and torn
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| They run in terror
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| We scorch their earth
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| Dead bodies, stacked ten feet high
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| I can still see them before my eyes
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| Men, women, and children
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| Their life drained from their eyes
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| We were all sent there to die
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| The memories still haunt me
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| The memories still haunt me
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| There’s a problem in the world today
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| I pushed you all away
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| So I could hide my pain
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| The constant torment of never-ending flashbacks
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| Fear behind a smiling mask, I hate what I see in reflective glass
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| Hell above and below
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| I never intended to hurt those I love
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| In the same way I hurt those I was taught to hate
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| And, oh god, the lines become more blurred every day
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| (Voices talking)
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| Voices in my head
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| Ringing in my ears
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| Blood and sand in my eyes
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| Across the desert lies
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| A plain white flag
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| Held in a little boy’s hands
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| He never stood a chance
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| So stop screaming my name
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| We’re not the ones to blame
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| We’re all just pawns to their game
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| Another face with no name
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| «Dying in his name»
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| So stop screaming my name
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| Stop screaming my name
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| It won’t do a thing
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| I have stared death in the face
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| And spoke words so strange
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| I bear my cross with disdain
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| Bearing the souls of the slain
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| I gave up all that I own
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| My love, my family, my home
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| But what I regret the most
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| Is giving up hope
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| Lay me down, descend me to the darkness
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| Pray for me, for I have lost salvation
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| I suppress my memories with poisons
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| Replace my life with the little boy’s I should have saved
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| Disassemble. |
| Rearrange
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| Praise me for my accolades
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| But when I cry for help, all you do is talk of shame
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| Though my tour is ended the sound continues
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| And the sound of war is endless
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| Now I’m drowning in a bottle of substance
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| Waking in the middle of the night
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| Screaming to memories
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| I can still hear them screaming
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| The blade feels so cold
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| Pressed against my skin
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| I am the one that never grows old (we are the ones that never grow old)
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| Remember me for me, not my end
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| Do you know what its like when your gun jams
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| And you’re standing face to face
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| With a man who wants to die for his country
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| Who wants to die for his beliefs
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| He raises his gun
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| And fires away
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| God abandoned me?
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| God abandoned us all
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| I walk across the sea of flames |