Vulnera Bellum

A cold, rotten echoing shell,
I’m somersaulting through hell,
I guess I’m already dead,
Just like you said.

Damn! Once again through the head,
The bullet storm never ends,
The biggest one’s in my chest,
The one you left.

“There’s a marching army approaching me
Like the last two hundred dawns;
All the soldiers have my voice
And point their rifles at my soul…”

This is a war
And I find myself shooting blanks
To the shadow of a shattered belief.
This is a war
But I fight myself,
Bayoneting through my skin
Just to watch me bleed.

A forgotten melody jams,
I still don’t know who I am
And what mistake I should mend
So I pretend I’m sane

But the voices dissent,
See, all the voices make sense,
I’m going mad once again…
Here comes the tank!

“There’s a single breath of freedom
‘Fore the chaos begins to rain;
In that moment, I’m a kid again,
One last time.”

This is a war
But I find myself shooting blanks
To the shadow of a shattered belief.
This is a war
And I fight myself,
Bayoneting through my skin
Just to watch me bleed.

This is a war
And I find myself shooting blanks
To the shadow of a shattered belief.
This is a war
But I fight myself,
Bayoneting through my skin
Just to watch me bleed.

Just to watch me bleed!