We just got of that big plane;
been there five minutes,
already been shot at again.

Grab your bags and here you go;
ignore the blood stains,
does it feel just like home?

Power sources for your air condition;
MP3's, DVD's, CD's, whatever,
coming to you through acts of artrition.

-Living a lie, is nothing but a state of mind-

Rounds are plenty, lots of vehicles;
jump onto the back of a 6-pack,
sandbags protect you from nothing.

Went to the base PX the other day;
a chalkline show another hero fallen,
someone wasn't so quick getting out of the way.

American flags fly home instead of Americans;
caskets stacked in by bulk,
they can leave so much cheaper that way.

-Living a lie, is nothing but a state of mind-
-Living this lie, is something you can't define-
-Living a lie, is nothing but a state of mind-
-Living my life, but I'm running out of time-

Two more days until I'm "In-Country";
to where the real trials begin,
to where the real dangers are.

How much longer can I last this hell?
M-4 seems so puny in my hands,
when an RPG comes in my way.

Picking up bodies, picking up the pieces;
a jigsaw puzzle of bones and meat,
if you have a broken soldier, make a soldier omlette.

-Living a lie, is nothing but a state of mind-
-Living this lie, is something I can't redefine-
-Living a lie, is nothing but a state of mind-
-Living my life, seems that I'm running out of time-

03/29/2005

Posted on 03/30/2005
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