"Fuckin' coward! Get your ass out of that trench! Move, move, move, move, move! Oh shit, oh fuck! I'm hit, I'm hit, I'm hit, I'm hit!"
I can't remember anything Can't tell if this is true or a dream Deep down inside, I feel the scream This terrible silence stops me Now that the war is through with me I'm waking up, I cannot see That there's not much left of me Nothing is real but pain now
Hold my breath as I wish for death Oh, please, God, wake me
Back in the womb, it's much too real In pumps life that I must feel But can't look forward to reveal Look to the time when I'll live Fed through the tube that sticks in me Just like a wartime novelty Tied to machines that make me be Cut this life off from me
Hold my breath as I wish for death Oh, please, God, wake me
Now the world is gone, I'm just one Oh, God, help me Hold my breath as I wish for death Oh, please, God, help me
Darkness, imprisoning me All that I see, absolute horror I cannot live, I cannot die Trapped in myself, body my holding cell Landmine has taken my sight Taken my speech, taken my hearing Taken my arms, taken my legs Taken my soul, left me with life in Hell
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Compositores: James Alan Hetfield (PRS), Lars Ulrich (Metallica) (PRS)Editores: Creeping Death Music, Polygram Music Publishing Ltd (PRS)Publicado em 2021ECAD verificado obra #8839 e fonograma #29795762 em 09/Abr/2024 com dados da UBEM