im calling out for your help lord before im crawling round this floor
oh god im torn, no more i want this horror, that surrounds me, im cornered
im falling short of the course, well sorta, i dont wanna put in a false report
but im not lookin forward to whats in store in my story im recordin cuz the aurora
i've sworn to not mourn but i've been born in the storm and i cant ignore the
importance i support, oh i shouldnt abort it but this war is a bloodsport
and as im explorin ashore, im surely not enjoying the warmth
where's my portal or an opened up door because im growing so sore
because i joined in the army as a boy warped from George and now i cant avoid these chores
is there a point to this or just disappointment performing on tour...?
well until my encore when i spill all my gore,- to these children, the poor and many civillians im still here to warn em
im willin to deal with this form - where abnormal swarms cuz i feel somethings real in this uniform