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Disorder
Silence the violence that rages inside of me
Barely surviving by lashing out violently
Erase this virus invading my body
There's no immunity from mental mutiny
Ever since the war was over
Post-traumatic stress disorder
Has desecrated my hopes
Eradicated my dreams
And violated my mind with memories
Faceless...
Shadows hide within
They try to retake control
But I'll never ever submit to them again
Madness...
Is slowly closing in
Sometimes it feels
Like something else is living
Here with me underneath my skin
They think my symtoms
Are psychosomatic
Well, maybe I need attention
Or maybe I'm truly living in hell
Sometimes life can be
So melodramatic
I'd never fake this affliction
I've never been so pathetic
When you survive hell on earth
You realize that the mind
Can feed on itself until it dies
Ever since the war was over
Post-traumatic stress disorder
Has desecrated my hopes
Eradicated my dreams
And violated my mind with memories
Insomnia...
Is a side effect of my paranoia
Due to my post-traumatic stress disorder
Like a venomous snake militant warriors
Lie in wait around every corner
Flashback...
I am under attack
I am once again shellshocked
Upon the battlefield
Bombs and planes
Death from the sky
Guns and tanks
All in my mind
Barely surviving by lashing out violently
Erase this virus invading my body
There's no immunity from mental mutiny
Ever since the war was over
Post-traumatic stress disorder
Has desecrated my hopes
Eradicated my dreams
And violated my mind with memories
Faceless...
Shadows hide within
They try to retake control
But I'll never ever submit to them again
Madness...
Is slowly closing in
Sometimes it feels
Like something else is living
Here with me underneath my skin
They think my symtoms
Are psychosomatic
Well, maybe I need attention
Or maybe I'm truly living in hell
Sometimes life can be
So melodramatic
I'd never fake this affliction
I've never been so pathetic
When you survive hell on earth
You realize that the mind
Can feed on itself until it dies
Ever since the war was over
Post-traumatic stress disorder
Has desecrated my hopes
Eradicated my dreams
And violated my mind with memories
Insomnia...
Is a side effect of my paranoia
Due to my post-traumatic stress disorder
Like a venomous snake militant warriors
Lie in wait around every corner
Flashback...
I am under attack
I am once again shellshocked
Upon the battlefield
Bombs and planes
Death from the sky
Guns and tanks
All in my mind
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