Letras: Tilt. Viewers Like You. War Room.

I did not get out of the trenches unscathed,
This lingering damage I'll take to my grave,
Like nerve gas poison and agent orange
The wages of high risk are part of my story
What kind of madness took a hold of me to shoot another's blood
Into my willing veins no I could never do that voluntarily
I heard a demon tell me to and I obeyed but

I don't take the orders from the war room anymore
This is one recruit who surrenders
I don't take orders from the war room anymore
Now I am my own defender

I keep receiving a distorted command
And if I hadn't given up I'd surely follow back
Into the tangle of this struggle for man
Suicidal mission set against the wrongful

I don't take the orders from the war room anymore
This is one recruit who surrenders
I don't take orders from the war room anymore
Now I am my own defender

I may have turned yellow but did not betray
My old friend's still battling out in the fray
Am I Lilly-livered now I'm a beginner
I'm damned all to hell and I am delivered
Sometimes I'm tempted to forget myself and jump
Back into the skirmish as a mercenary, what little time
my poor soul may have left I'd rather that I live it sanctuary

I don't take the orders from the war room anymore
This is one recruit who surrenders
I don't take orders from the war room anymore
Now I am my own defender

I don't take the orders from the war room anymore
This is one recruit who surrenders
I don't take orders from the war room anymore
Now I am my own defender
I don't take orders