(Verse1) As I write this song I’m looking at my battery bar it shows 17 percent in the color red, my heads in an endless headspace I know I should shut it off so I can go to bed.
They say not to live in the past but it’s hard to get excitement from future thought without knowing if I’ve bled, a little bit like a book once you have finished it it becomes read.
Legends are created from some shit that’s been done in a present time to last, let it sink in in this present moment.
[hook] We eat together, play together, we sit as a squad with our platoon enjoying the satisfaction together basking in the light of the moon.
(Verse2) Fired up in a burning Bradley, hearing the snap from led pass by making the ears bleed while trying to open the fucking door is not an easy ailment, talisman of time on his back, thudding from the heart beat rise in the throat, choked out from the black out of smoke he has no vision,
still this man knows that if he doesn’t act quick there will be division, screams and cries muffled out from the bleeding he knows if the door doesn’t open soon, they will never get to feel the satisfaction to sit as a squad on the FOB with the platoon basking in the twilight of the moon.
[hook] We eat together, play together, we sit as a squad with our platoon enjoying the satisfaction together basking in the light of the moon.
You see it’s not the blood that runs through the veins to make family, no not in this case, you see when these member fight its together as a unit with the same mentality no ones left behind never replaced.
We eat together, play together, we sit as a squad with our platoon enjoying the satisfaction together basking in the light of the moon.
WildWolf_Turner
