Vietnam

my eyes still burn from the bodies all around,
my ears still ringing from the awful sound of your last words, walking away.
still i'm left remembering the day you left me for dead.
so can you see the outcome?
did you count the cost?
and is it heavier than hell?
is it heavier than hell?
these desperate hands reach for the sky,
looking for escape before my heart breaks.
arriving one day too late on the sun bleached shore,
we've been digging our graves from the day we were born.
a brave new world wrapped up in clouds of smoke,
if i survive, what do i carry home?
so can you see the outcome?
did you count the cost?
and is it heavier than hell?
and is it worth the loss?
we're already dead, we're already dead,
carry me home, just carry me home.
i wanna know, i wanna know: if i survive, what do i carry home?