Glory is not reason enough To experience the pits of hell.
No giving up
And no turning back Inspires us all to kill.
Who made it normal to kill a man?
To watch death and not care?
The humbling sight of a bullet wound, and to know you put it there.
Watching my gun turn from black to maroon While rats scuttle over my friend
But it’s all okay, we’ll be home soon,
And believe this was all just pretend.
Living and knowing you murdered men Is no easy feat.
We may be winning our fight now,
But this will always be defeat.