PTSD 歌词

What is it we have become Babies raised living by the gun Walking now with deadened eyes Trained to kill and fueled by lies Adrenaline surge, tighten my grip I feel the scales start to tip Mental wasteland, my thoughts burn free Eyes wide open, nothing to see White knuckle, black out The world comes down White knuckle, black out No hope to be found White knuckle, black out Screaming without sound White knuckle, black out As I hit the ground Thoughts that haunt like the past Unconscious oblivion, solace at last Forgotten souls, alone in the sand Cursed is the brotherly band White knuckle, black out The world comes down White knuckle, black out No hope to be found White knuckle, black out Screaming without sound White knuckle, black out As I hit the ground Eternal nightmare if you survived No one said it's easier to be alive Now I'm out, the real army of one My war has ended, Hell has begun