Now you're down on the ground screaming medic
The only thing that comes is the post-traumatic stresses
Shields, body armours and vests
Don't properly work, that's why you're in a locker full of hurt; I wish I couldn't feel, I wish I couldn't love
I wish that I could stop 'cause it hurts so much; These battle scars, don't look like they're fading
Don't look like they're ever going away
They ain't never gonna change
These battle...
