I\'m fighting a war
A war that\'s for life
I pull out my guns and whip out my knife
This war that I\'m in
Nobody can see
It\'s dark and scary
It\'s inside of me
My mind is wounded and trying to kill me
I keep holding on
I am my enemy
My body is aching
Get up little solider
I can\'t lose this fight even though i\'m getting colder
Nowhere to hide
No cure to kill my demons
Don\'t tell me I need god
I can\'t help i\'m a heathen
The day I die is when this war will end
No more suffering or parts I need to mend