Into the Battlefield

Fire in the battlefield A single bullet crossing my arm A flesh wound could be enough to slow you down And get you caught Trapped by the enemy, blinded in captivity I still recall the doctors chatting Before I lose my consciousness Then were these string upon me Two nails Hold my head Restrained in a hospital bed Suddenly I'm feeling strange My arm moves against my will A stream of current cross my body And doctors say it will be fine They show me words and they ask me to repeat them I know what they mean but can't speak I'm not sure what is wrong with me And then I see bright colors Then I realize I'm a lab rat With no way out They do what they want My brain is not mine anymore I'm going to the battlefield The place I was meant to die The place I was meant to be War is not better here I'm going to the battlefield Dying because a hand grenade A shotgun or a killing spree Let me die with dignity I'm going to the battlefield The place I was meant to die The place I was meant to be War is not better here I'm going to the battlefield Dying because a hand grenade A shotgun or a killing spree Let me die with dignity