Sling my guns and strap my boots
Combat Ryan is back
Paint my face with apathy
Grab my helmet and stare at the sky
Give my eyes the good old squint
Slant my eye brows down to a "V"
Don my armor of emotional defense
So I can't feel it anymore
Fortify my heart
"Born to Kill" carved across my face
I wave my knife and cut through the bullshit
Stomp my feet on your worries
Take a piss on your regrets
Jump inside my familiar foxhole
And toss a grenade into your familiar fortress of selfishness
My wounds will heal with time
And I will get no more
Now that my guard is back up
Never will the enemy strike
A blow from so close
The old Ryan, the weak Ryan. He is dying
I see him laying there
Bleeding from the chest
She shot him point blank
Straight into his heart
And now he is going to die
Then I will live
Forever, as commander
Of the man with the fortified heart

10/15/2001

Posted on 10/15/2001
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