This is not about the war. this is about the absence of war and how the soldiers feel coming back home. What home?
lyrics
I just want, to be a man again,
who will love me, stacked n this wheelchair,
cracked, I'll never see again her laugh.
The country I served, doesn't know me anymore,
a rusted purple hurt, this wasn't my war,
fucked, I'll never see again her...
Laugh, I have forget how it like.
Cracked, a soldier who's unable to fight.
Fucked, I saw my friends to die around.
I doubt, for who from as is better now.
The peace is more unfair than the war.
I went there with honor, like a killer I came back,
now they say, that I’m in mental lack,
rucked, I’ll never see again her laugh.
I can’t feed myself, I can’t go to bath alone,
they made a wreck, where does the honor gone?
trapped, I’ll never see again her laugh.
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