I’ve crawled and clawed my way up through these hills of many killed. It’s a bitter pill and I’m ashamed to say that I’ve left my mark. Throughout this time and space this desolate place, disgraced to see that I am feeling burdened in the dark…Paranoia has me looking to my left and to my right. The fight has gotten the best of me and I’m desperately trying to survive. I’m hardly proud at how I’ve let those down who trusted me and these selfish acts of mine in an attempt to stay alive…As I stand in this war torn land I used to call my home. I’m half a man for the spineless way I have called my own…I’ve held this grudge and trudged this water so high this hell so nigh and suddenly I can see this trail of bloodied men. The impending threat the sting of sweat in open wounds and shallow tombs. No one to accuse when I’m caught with bloodstained hands… As I stand in this war torn land I used to call my home. I’m half a man for the spineless way I have called my own… War Torn. War Torn. War Torn!



Behind the Song:
“This song describes the aftermath of leading that double life and realizing that its effect on the people you love is not merely collateral damage but a direct result of your actions.” - Geoff