The television makes a show of shallow graves
But right outside my southern town still looks the same
So why do I feel like I’m under fire half a world away
I swore I’d never put myself through this again
‘Cause in my head it sounds like Jerusalem in springtime
My eyes bleed red like a man ripped to shreds on a Baghdad street
Will I finally reach the point at which I break and don’t come back?
Or will I find a way to set my soul at peace
Forced into a grey world trapped between extremes
Made to fight for good by use of evil means
So how come every time I drift off I’m still haunted by the screams
Can I find a way to tame my memories
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