Memory Burn - Paths Of Possession

Bludgeoned, bleeding, burning, screaming… barely alive

Cattle feeding, hardly eating, waste of life

Forest sweeping, slowly creeping, look in their eyes

Bullets meeting flesh with teeth to rip out their insides

Rage is a shadow behind me

Sorrow is what I will unleash

It’s time… the fabric is coming apart

Smoking village, torn and pillaged, run for their lives

Killing women, shooting children… must stay alive

I find one dead, gunshot in head… I look in his eyes

With chewed off lips he smiles at me.

I’m coming apart

Burns remind me I am here

I can’t count the dead, I can’t count the years

Into the ditches as darkness falls

I can smell them crawling through the pits of hell

Like the sun, the explosions sear the sky

Burning brightly, its shrapnel tastes my flesh

I’m ripped apart, I have been ripped