These are the final days, the final tour, crucial stand of the platoon
A downpour siege us with no compassion, washing the blood in my face
I meet the devil's eyes, I watch the fire rise
The outpost is taken, my men are shaken
My reason sleeps again
Lost inside this dreaming
See blood on my hands
At the mercy of monsters I am
The lonely survivor beholds a restart, out of the massacre, end of the war
A travel back home, no medals could pay the lives that were wasted away
I meet my children's eyes, I see the sun rise
The soil trembles one more time
I dream the dream of reason
I close my eyes for what I've done
I dream the dream of reason
When reason sleeps monsters may come
Call me pathetic and fool
But there are monsters inside you too
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