Fire in the battlefield
A single bullet crossing my arm
A flesh wound could be enough to slow you down
And get you caught
Trapped by the enemy, blinded in captivity
I still recall the doctors chatting
Before I lose my consciousness
Then were these string upon me
Two nails
Hold my head
Restrained in a hospital bed
Suddenly I'm feeling strange
My arm moves against my will
A stream of current cross my body
And doctors say it will be fine
They show me words and they ask me to repeat them
I know what they mean but can't speak
I'm not sure what is wrong with me
And then I see bright colors
Then I realize
I'm a lab rat
With no way out
They do what they want
My brain is not mine anymore
I'm going to the battlefield
The place I was meant to die
The place I was meant to be
War is not better here
I'm going to the battlefield
Dying because a hand grenade
A shotgun or a killing spree
Let me die with dignity
I'm going to the battlefield
The place I was meant to die
The place I was meant to be
War is not better here
I'm going to the battlefield
Dying because a hand grenade
A shotgun or a killing spree
Let me die with dignity