The moment you were born you were placed in front of a screen, 10 minute clips of flashing lights and high pitched screams, forced into a room told to shut up and sit still, if you could not comply they force fed you pills 10 years old what the hell is wrong with you Keep looking out the window instead of looking inside school Now your 18 and its time to graduate, ain't gotta future smoking weed and loving to skate, Uncle Sam shows up, boy I gotta thing for you, ya tough enough to be a grunt? Ya got something to prove? So you shave your head and you signed the dotted line You bought a cheap ass ring and asked baby will you be mine A few months pass and you've earned your cord of blue, where would ya like to go but you don't get to choose, you and your brand new wife are on your honey moon, you get a call its been cut short deployment has been moved 72 hours and your boots are on the ground Your first day in country and ya hear an awful sound 4 years later you gettin out you done your time, you lost some friends divorced your wife, at least you have your mind, not sure what is wrong but now you're drinking bottles dry, instead of barbecues your locked your room on 4th of July 23 years old what the hell is wrong with you Keep lookin over your shoulder it feels like yer being pursued Now you struggle to relate with those your age, you don't think that you're better just on a different page, ever job you find is so hallow and so empty, you miss your boots, miss your crew, your whole identity Floating through this fake ass world you feel so out of place Pack up your ruck this fucking sucks don't look back just walk away Years pass on by nothing really changed, rambled across this continent found no one that could hang, you've done your best with what was left of this life you had to live through, restin easy feel the breeze got nothing left to prove, Your hair is long found solace in song everything is fine Ya got a bottle ya got a bridge left alone to rest your weary eyes

Oh God its happened again, left in the dust alone with no friends, thought this was life guess again, reached out for help, no answering. Sometimes when i can't sleep, I think of ya'll do you remember me, i believe that it's been years since one of ya'll checked in. Are we all haunted the same, anyone else question if they're still sane, feels like I'm back down range, alone, clutching a hand grenade. Can anyone tell me why, whats so wrong with suicide, I fought for me right to die, whats the point now bullets no longer fly, just to be clear, I would like to clarify, I do not blame you, pushed out a plane without a parachute.

My Momma always knew I wasn't making it to heaven, I was six, number six, number six, outta seven, there's lessons to be learned from the ways of the wicked, gotta start from the beginning cuz the lessons ain't stickin So don't go follow the prophet, even if you don't think they won't lead you astray. We're the embodiment of the apocalypse, been to war been sick and poor, laughed in the face of death, so lets end this world and claim we're heaven sent, we gone to far n lost it all, we've lost our innocence Like a butterfly that survived the belly of the beast Like 13 bars droppin 50 stars all across the middle east Now in times like these of chaotic uncertainty, you do you love or listen to, who do you believe, static fills the air it's impossible to think, they done it to me they done it to you, it's time to be released Like a dog of war thats been beaten and starved, locked inside a cage you will find out who you really are Everything you wished for is finally coming true, horrific realization you bit more then you could chew, is this what you want now we've reared our ugly heads, you may not be the lock or key, just a tool inside his shed Laying there unaware till he finds a use for you So be prepared with an open ear till it's time to see this through

The sun sets on a dry river bed, wrapped around a mountain, the mountain that keeps it dead, young soldiers lie down and rest their heads, dreams of home and women that carry on in their stead America land of the free, home of the brave, hosts to those who do not know what they have and never slaved, children claiming that they crave war like they been there before, but if they had would they be the ones that were begging for more So when it comes knock, knock, knock, knockin on your front door, I suggest you ignore the reapers call, you know not whats instore There's a valley somewhere with things never seen, miles of poppy fields and pomegranate trees, men toil the land so families get to eat, then we came through just like a snake slithering Are you ready for everyone you've ever known to become an enemy, and every street you've ever seen fill up with hostility, are you telling me ya got the trigger squeeze till someone no longer breathes, why talk of treason when ya wake up seazin, needle in your arm with only first world reasons, thirty extra pounds half a lung got ya weezin, get your shit together it's fighting season So GoodNight, sleep tight, even atheists pray in a firefight, hoping that tomorrow IED's don't bite, hoping for tomorrow hoping that there is tomorrow