Return from War - Jasta, Max Cavalera

Caught in between

What will it be?

Tense and afraid

Make a choice to fight or flee

Was sent away

Ready to die

Made it home but I still feel like I’m on borrowed time

Can’t stand the pain

I sweat and freeze

Will I make it through

Or has my karma come for me?

No one returns from war

Just small escapes from time to time

No one returns from war

You can’t step forward when you’re standing on a landmine

Preoccupied

How’d I survive?

Control is self-deception once you hear the bullets fly

No more willpower

Devoid of choices

Resting is illusion

Every night I hear their voices

Pray for silence, pray for peace

Why, God, why?

Just answer me

Sent me far from home to die

With my hands I did their crimes

Forgive my crimes

They sent me there to die

They made me do their crimes

Now I’m the one who lives with the sound of their cries

The deafening silence

The vision of violence

I cannot deny this

No one returns from war

Just small escapes from time to time

No one returns from war

You can’t step forward when you’re standing on a landmine

Pray for silence, pray for peace

Why, God, why?

Oh, answer me

Pray for silence, pray for peace

Why, God, why?

Oh, answer me