Song parody of
Trauma of War
by Sepultura
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Children watch their mothers die
Raping a city in the name of freedom
Children growing, their hate inside
A world they lost in the name of reason
I never came back from that trench
I can't be alone, I won't be alone
A schizophrenic cycle of paranoia
Trauma of war! Trauma of war!
I saw the worst in the human nature
My hands are stained with blood of death
Attack all ghosts, I'm like a soldier
Wasted minds that are all alike
I never came back from that trench
I can't be alone, I won't be alone
A schizophrenic cycle of paranoia
Trauma of war! Trauma of War!
Freedom comes with a hail of bullets
My sun is getting dark
My urge to kill awakes
My world is no more
My urge to kill awakes
Children watch their mothers die
Raping a city in the name of freedom
Children growing, their hate inside
A world they lost in the name of reason
I never came back from that trench
I can't be alone, I won't be alone
A schizophrenic cycle of paranoia
A schizophrenic cycle of paranoia
Children watch their mothers die
Raping a city in the name of freedom
Children growing, their hate inside
A world they lost in the name of reason
I never came back from that trench
I can't be alone, I won't be alone
A schizophrenic cycle of paranoia
Trauma of war! Trauma of war!
I saw the worst in the human nature
My hands are stained with blood of death
Attack all ghosts, I'm like a soldier
Wasted minds that are all alike
I never came back from that trench
I can't be alone, I won't be alone
A schizophrenic cycle of paranoia
Trauma of war! Trauma of War!
Freedom comes with a hail of bullets
My sun is getting dark
My urge to kill awakes
My world is no more
My urge to kill awakes
Children watch their mothers die
Raping a city in the name of freedom
Children growing, their hate inside
A world they lost in the name of reason
I never came back from that trench
I can't be alone, I won't be alone
A schizophrenic cycle of paranoia
A schizophrenic cycle of paranoia
