Truth from Truth by Knucklehead Bastards

When I wake, where are you, from beside of me, nightly shades have no color.

Shapes of dark, loneliness, all so close to me, how can I take a cover.

Neighbor room, sgt. Tom, is on the field again, his scream is proof of my struggle.

All those guys I used to know, here they are living those battles.

Memories hard to kill, war was suffering, when is my time to join you.

Home is past, what is left of me, I'm shadow of that fighter.

Where's my son, the only one, who looks after me.

Can you see, will I make it through, I hope those bullets won't pus us on our knees.

Metal things, from the past, can't get rid of them, messing up in my bladder.

Lose control, result of that hand grenade, far a way is my honor.

Once a man, fighting for future hope and truth, freedom is what we gave you.

Morning comes, friendly face stepping in my room, God takes care of me now on.

• Metal
• Finland