we never speak of what we really are
our insides filled with scars
we gladly cow to everything we hate
to fit the mold presented as our fate
and my future is my enemy
become the thing i know is killing me
go - i'm damaged and i've always known
go - i'm damaged and i'm not alone
go - i'm damaged and i've always known
i'm not alone this prison will not be my home
all stoic heroes with medals on our chests
stiff upper lip but turncoats nonetheless
ever concession leads closer to our death
haven't cried them out yet
i have violence coursing through my veins
i have war coursing through my veins
i have abuse coursing through my veins
i have deception coursing through my veins