Paroles A Murder Of Memories de Eyedea

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(Spoken)That's him in the corner of social oblivionEncompassed by the sweet sense of freedomThat only borders the aura of deep cerebral gougesBuried in each beat of the heart he was once proud to homeIf only his substance held a higher level of potenceHe might be able to drown the portion of his mindWhich is trapped in the infinite hoardOf his 1972 through '74 tour through the flames of this hellSometimes gunfire is brighter than the sunshineAnd sometimes a child's scream influences every dreamSometimes we fool ourselves into thinking we've moved onBut no way, nohow, do we ever forget what we've seenNo way, nohow, do we ever forget what we've seenNo way, nohow, do we ever forget what we've seenNo way, nohow, do we ever forget what we've seenNo way, nohow, do we ever forget what we've seenIt's now twenty-five years later, he's on the brink of forty-threeStill searching for sanity, surveying the floor of his distorted seaHe rememebers high-school friends joking about the warNever knew what mom was crying for (Never knew what mom was crying for)The other piece that shines in his mind was a divine first loveSewn-made, beauty, brown-eyed queen he left behindHe remembers holding her tight, watching the sunset at shoreNever knew what she was crying for (Never knew what she was crying for)He got the letter in the mail by the middle of his summerWouldn't have had to go if it wasn't for his newborn brotherHe was barely eighteen, murdering people even youngerAnd he still ducks and covers every time he hears the thunderHe still hears the screams, smells the flesh, tastes the deathSees the blood, feels the pain, what's to gain, nothing's leftBut the slug that remains in his right calfThe bullet laughs every time he cries, and it drives him madTrying to sleep, but the visions give him a cold sweatThe war's been over for two decades, but he still hasn't been home yetAnd every day he waits and strains to supress his guiltAnd forget the horror and the violence; the "kill or be killed"Fists, they always clenched; teeth, they always grindingReal life is lost and in a bottle he tries to find it"It's not fair," he mumbles through a nightmareOnly in a fight for two years and wound up spending his whole life there(Chorus)He was face to face with the devil for the welfare of his countryNow he's straining to live but his conscience won't let himIt ain't flashbacks, you have to understand the tragedy, seeHe left the war, but the war never left him, seeHe left the war, but the war never left him, seeHe left the war, but the war never left him, seeHe left the war, but the war never left him, seeHe left the war...It's now twenty-five years later, he's on the edge of a park benchHe asked God for hope and found his source non-existantHe sits in the shadows, because the sun burns no moreNow he knows what mom was crying for (Now he knows what mom was crying for)I used to watch old man in the parkThe sights slowly drove fright through my heartWishing I could help but not knowing where to startI'd walk away, curse the world, gush some love and curse some moreNow you know who I've been crying for (Now you know who I've been cryingfor)He threw his medals in the river but they sunk alonePut shades on his eyes to hide it from the warzone in the skyHe tried to slit his wrists about a month agoBut he's seen so much death, he's scared to life of suicideIf there was only some way he could escape this penitentiaryGoals get bigger and figures it'll chase away his memoryBut the dreams only worsen, the scenes almost burst inHe recalls how training took away his right to be a personPut a gun in his hand, left him to die for the landThe plan was the murder of man (The plan was the murder of man)Politicians have a dispute to decide to send in troopsBut the truth is they just don't understand (They just don't understand)Now he's running out of time, and running out of energyBut 'til the last day he will fight for the murder of his memoriesAnd although he never got rid of his dog-tagsHe still wishes they'd have sent his parents an American flag(Chorus)Sometimes gunfire is brighter than the sunshineAnd sometimes a child's scream influences every dreamSometimes we fool ourselves into thinking we've moved onBut no way, nohow, do we ever forget what we've seenNo way, nohow, do we ever forget what we've seenNo way, nohow, do we ever forget what we've seenNo way, nohow, do we ever forget what we've seenNo way, nohow, do we ever forget what we've seen

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