Fire's coursing through my veins every muscle in my body exploding fourth with unchecked

energy, pain thats nigh divine reminds me i'm alive.

an age of fire long past i remember it as i sit in this chair peace is deafening life is slow and tired
my nerves are at rest i dream at night that i'm flashing back to when the bombs fell and i was
called up to service and for the first time i felt so alive.

Steel is heavy in my hand but there disdain is weightless when bullets fly i come alive again and
again and again through every skirmish i crave a worse and worse battle, the torment i feel from
the silence i inflict on my foes, william he gives me the order and it's his will i impose, my trigger
it flows and the ping of a rifle congratulates my victory.

Now days the only ping to hear is a cash registor as i continue this agonizingly mundane life of
mine, my stories of war are dramatic and depressing my experiences are tired and promoting
hate in a peacful world and my country pretends they never sent me to kill swarms in swamps.