War-torn

I walk through these streets, my head’s spinning.

A killer walks these streets among you tonight;

I thought that I was just doing my job;

Defending my buddies and myself from harm;

In the process, I killed a child in front of his mother.

Bad intelligence and empty posturing brought me to the desert;

The land around me is now laid to waste;

And so am I on the inside.

At the time, I thought that I did things with valor and honor;

I received awards and accolades and applause;

Even been hailed as a hero.

These days, I can’t even keep my marriage together.

I’ve been institutionalized and am now in therapy.

As I walk these streets, inside my own mind,

A killer walks among you all…