6 acessos
Here in the trenches the fist of the beast
For fear of an atmosphere poisened deceased
With a gas mask to keep me-from breathing my death
It's american soil i hope for at best
But the duty i serve can't begin to compare
To my ancestors battles and wars throught the years
Though the loneliness strikes like an enemy shell i
Pray for my home but still sit here in hell
Chorus: Sail away to a place that's unkown
Taken away from my friends and my home
To a place they call sacred a place i call hell
I long for that corner i once knew so well
Go to the grind it's all that i have
Work on and on with nothing to show
But a graying face in this dying place
Thats a lock in my solitude
I think of a place on a faraway coast
Where friends are dear and there's reason to toast
A cloudy dark images of a middle east land
Comes down and wrecks my hopeful land
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