I use to melt the green army men
I stored my GI Joes in a shoebox
I played with fake toy guns
I was pushing tin
I climbed high into the sky
I was a soldier
They pulled my number from a barrel
The whole time I was thinking "Why am I here?"
I heard a ringing in my ear
I saw hallucinations
And realized I was only hallucinating when I thought they weren't real
I was a soldier
I killed without knowing why
Took pride in the truths they tried to hide
I meandered through the realm
The thick green jungle of molten steel
Nothing more than thoughtlessness and denial
I was a soldier
I came home to apposing arms
I sat with barefoot freedom bringers
I smiled while crying under the flesh
They told me it was wrong
And I knew
They were right
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