[Verse 1] Sand in my teeth Smoke in my lungs Boots sink deep Under foreign guns Names on a patch Blood on the flag Orders barked Like a loaded mag Dirt in my mouth Prayers in the dark Tracer lines Cut the sky apart Kick in the door White wall Red paint I come back whole But I know I ain’t [Pre-Chorus] They flew us home under neon halos Said "You made it Son" like the fight was done But the roar in my head never hit the brakes Just traded the bombs for my own mistakes [Chorus] I left the war The war stayed in me Every quiet room’s a killing field I see I fight through the night But I can’t break free I left the war The war never left me [Verse 2] House feels small Walls too close Kids run loud I freeze like a ghost Fork hits plate It sounds like shells I taste hot sand In the kitchen smell Mirror won’t look It just stares right through Uniform’s gone But it clings like glue Friends say "heal" Drink and forget But the reel keeps rolling In a loop of regret [Pre-Chorus] They pinned me medals I can’t even touch Cold little suns that don’t warm up much I won the fight they painted on the screen Lost the one inside Buried in between [Chorus] I left the war The war stayed in me Every quiet room’s a killing field I see I fight through the night But I can’t break free I left the war The war never left me [guitar solo] [Bridge] I build a bunker out of blinds and bedsheets Stacking pillows like broken concrete Tell myself "breathe " count to ten again But the countdown always ends at "then" Then Dust in my teeth Then Bodies in heaps Then Radios scream Then I rip at the seams I’m marching in circles in my living room Boots on the carpet like it’s back to doom Every closed eye’s just another scene Every open eye’s caught in between [Chorus] [guitar solo] [Outro] Sun comes up Same old fight Battle lines Drawn in morning light I lace my shoes One more round March through town With that buried sound I won’t lay down But I can’t break it Carry this war Every breath I take in Not dead yet Just battle-worn At war with the war Since the day I was born

folk, Thick down-tuned guitars with palm-muted chugs and dissonant chords, double-kick driven drums, male vocals that shift from low snarls in verses to tortured screams in the chorus. First solo is chaotic and chromatic over the overseas battle section; second solo is slower, melodic, almost weeping over the internal war. Final chorus stacks gang vocals, tom-heavy drums, and feedback for a crushing, unresolved fade., metal

Warzone After War