I've got nothing
left from the war
I stand infront of the mirror
She stares me right in the eyes
War against yourself
A battlefield
On your torso
Gunmen down your neck
Flashes of trauma
from cold nights in trenches
And realizations that there's no salvation left
Trying
to stay focused
in the blinding lights
Chaos and destruction
there's no hope in sight
Don't know if I'll make it
But I guess I'll try
Loosing all my focus
Is this where I die