The Firing Line

No man left behind Pillow to nowhere, buried alive Paying my dues in the morning light Superglued, wired, and I'm tongue-tied Wrestling ghosts Pillar to post Heart in a headlock Going for broke Losing my cool in a silent fight Playing with fire in the twilight Wandering home Nothing brings me back to life Like walking out into the firing line Call it lost or losing sight Nothing brings me back to life Six feet under the sheets Deeper and deeper, getting the creeps Chewing on tongues with tender teeth Losing my count of the heartbeats Rolling the dice Night after night Masking the vices Disguising a crisis Viva Valhalla's always, in my dreams Trouble bound devil's swept me off my feet I was numb Nothing brings me back to life Like walking out into the firing line Call it lost or losing sight Nothing brings me back to life Nothing brings me back to life