These are the final days, the final tour, crucial stand of the platoon A downpour siege us with no compassion, washing the blood in my face I meet the devil's eyes, I watch the fire rise The outpost is taken, my men are shaken
My reason sleeps again Lost inside this dreaming See blood on my hands At the mercy of monsters I am
The lonely survivor beholds a restart, out of the massacre, end of the war A travel back home, no medals could pay the lives that were wasted away I meet my children's eyes, I see the sun rise The soil trembles one more time
I dream the dream of reason I close my eyes for what I've done I dream the dream of reason When reason sleeps monsters may come Call me pathetic and fool But there are monsters inside you too
