Demons

War is quiet, war is cold. Brother versus brother, a tale as old as the world.

You fight for freedom, you fight for what's right, only losing yourself behind enemy lines.

You come home but remember the night

You night your brothers laid cold in the fight

Accept it or not, you fight to subdue, the demons in your head, clawing, biting, screaming at the truth

War is quiet, war is cold. You become a monster who punishes the world.