PTSD letra

What is it we have become
Babies raised living by the gun
Walking now with deadened eyes
Trained to kill and fueled by lies

Adrenaline surge, tighten my grip
I feel the scales start to tip
Mental wasteland, my thoughts burn free
Eyes wide open, nothing to see

White knuckle, black out
The world comes down
White knuckle, black out
No hope to be found
White knuckle, black out
Screaming without sound
White knuckle, black out
As I hit the ground

Thoughts that haunt like the past
Unconscious oblivion, solace at last
Forgotten souls, alone in the sand
Cursed is the brotherly band

White knuckle, black out
The world comes down
White knuckle, black out
No hope to be found
White knuckle, black out
Screaming without sound
White knuckle, black out
As I hit the ground

Eternal nightmare if you survived
No one said it's easier to be alive
Now I'm out, the real army of one
My war has ended, Hell has begun

Cassandra Syndrome - Letras

• Burning
• Cassandra
• Mirroring Dimensions
• None But Shadows
• Phoenix
• PTSD
• Skadi's Touch
• Soma
• What We Sow
• Wild