Underground_Network
September 26th, 2010, 09:26 AM
I'm a soldier of war
Trapped beneath the first floor
Somebody locked the door
As I entered the morgue.
I've got no keys, I don't feel safe and sound,
I've got an M16 but I've got no rounds,
All out of ammo, I feel myself start to stammer,
I can't get my mind off of finding a hammer
To break down the door to escape this makeshift slammer.
I'm a soldier of war
Trapped beneath the first floor
Someone locked me here
While I came for peace.
Tried to see my fallen comrade
Give him his dogtags back
But it seems somebody
Doesn't appreciate the methods
Of soldiers seeking repentance
For what they've seen and done.
I've got no keys, I don't feel safe and sound,
I've got an M16 but I've got no rounds,
All out of ammo, I feel myself start to stammer,
I can't get my mind off of finding a hammer
To break down the door to escape this makeshift slammer.
I'm a soldier of war
Trapped beneath the first floor
I came to seek solitude
But now I solemnly weep.
Somebody locked the door, somebody locked me in,
Now I'm trapped inside (inside my own skin),
Haunted by the visions here of dead men crawling
Back to me, I shot them all, but now they see
With bloodshot eyes, they see me.
I've got no keys, I don't feel safe and sound,
I've got an M16 but I've got no rounds,
All out of ammo, I feel myself start to stammer,
I can't get my mind off of finding a hammer
To break down the door to escape this makeshift slammer.
I'm a soldier of war
Trapped beneath the first floor
I guess my time is up
I'll join the other soldiers in the morgue.
Trapped beneath the first floor
Somebody locked the door
As I entered the morgue.
I've got no keys, I don't feel safe and sound,
I've got an M16 but I've got no rounds,
All out of ammo, I feel myself start to stammer,
I can't get my mind off of finding a hammer
To break down the door to escape this makeshift slammer.
I'm a soldier of war
Trapped beneath the first floor
Someone locked me here
While I came for peace.
Tried to see my fallen comrade
Give him his dogtags back
But it seems somebody
Doesn't appreciate the methods
Of soldiers seeking repentance
For what they've seen and done.
I've got no keys, I don't feel safe and sound,
I've got an M16 but I've got no rounds,
All out of ammo, I feel myself start to stammer,
I can't get my mind off of finding a hammer
To break down the door to escape this makeshift slammer.
I'm a soldier of war
Trapped beneath the first floor
I came to seek solitude
But now I solemnly weep.
Somebody locked the door, somebody locked me in,
Now I'm trapped inside (inside my own skin),
Haunted by the visions here of dead men crawling
Back to me, I shot them all, but now they see
With bloodshot eyes, they see me.
I've got no keys, I don't feel safe and sound,
I've got an M16 but I've got no rounds,
All out of ammo, I feel myself start to stammer,
I can't get my mind off of finding a hammer
To break down the door to escape this makeshift slammer.
I'm a soldier of war
Trapped beneath the first floor
I guess my time is up
I'll join the other soldiers in the morgue.