[Artifice]

at first it was great to see him come back from the war
but he'd changed, now different than how he'd acted before
saw action in Iraq so traumatic it rattled his core
and while that battle was won from it a new battle was born
weeks of sleepless nights, his every dream's a fight
so he keeps a piece within reach it seems no peace in sight
hears the screams of tykes in such a scene of strife
so much life murdered by machines manned with a demon's might
his therapist unprepared for the terror with which
he was burdened for what he was bearin' carried a twist
the wrong co-ordinates were ordered, scary as shit
he barely lived but leveled a village full of parents and kids
imprisoned with guilt, he has himself caught
watches his self rot trapped inside this mental cell block
looks forward to death for it's when his hell stops
for this unlucky soldier with a life sentenced to shell shock