The Truth

Do you know how it feels to be in the middle of a barren field?

I was dying of hunger and so thirsty that I could drink my own blood

The only way to be in peace was to be dead, but death's forgotten me

The time was so slow that I could see the ground eating the corpses while they discompose

I can still see some images of my own death friends.

I did not think about the consequences, I was only a kid trying to get some fun

But now, I am buried in this bed, useless like a gun with no soldier

My mind is trying to kill me with my own thoughts that are planted in my conscience

The nightmares every night are daemons waiting for me to pay for all the sins I've done

It's not an honor to be a veteran with no desire of life.

War is like a slave worker that would work until his last day with no outcome

Days in war have no sunshine, but only the light of hope passing through the smoke

There is no such thing as god to save you in the battle, but only luck

We end up being useful for the rest of our life

Do you still want to join us?

I wonder what do those corpses feel, being in the ground completely useless

I wonder if god will forget me for all the things I've done

My hands are knifes to kill, all stained of innocent blood

Now I am just a puppet trained to kill

In war every number is a life.

There is no hope, but only death in every breath

My heart is bumping too fast and screaming for help in every beat it makes

My mind is like a coffin that only rewards disgrace

I've survived from a million bullets, but here I am again, still fighting for nothing.

The sound of the bullets whispering in my ears

I wish I could help those that didn't make it, but I can't

I am a coward hiding in this corner, buried in dust

All I want is to end with this nightmare

But all the pieces of peace cannot be