Dirt was forced into mouth
I'm tired, discharged, sick and broken!
Murder is a sin
Progress is possible
Sweating out the truth
Forgiveness comes from the soul
I crawled out from among the dead
The father of psychological warfare battled moral demons
Millions around me were passive
Enough is enough!
Hard to remember, there is a world outside!
I can hear, I can see, I can feel so I live!
After years of wrangling I will not obey!
So I live...