Tono: B
Introducción:
Gm Cm
In war, combat is so heavily prepared for
Gm
Returning home is something no one is really there for
Gm Cm
Half the team is gone, and the half that makes it home
Dm
They gotta deal with the terrorism, in their skull
Gm Cm
But there's a cure the government likes to hit them with
Gm
Prescribing promises and pills
Cm Gm
But the side effects is no sleep, no peace
F Gm
Looking for reasons for living as the war moves on
America. The System
Gm Cm Gm
Reintegrate me, you made me a killer
Gm Cm Dm
Like you could trade me for everything I've lost
Gm Cm
And look how you made me make me
Gm Cm Gm
Think about me taking my own life
F Gm
When I remember what went down
Cm F Dm Gm
And you say that I'm the reason for the freedom of this land
Cm F Dm Gm
So I land in their back yard, I've got your rifle in my hand, and
Cm F Dm Gm
They defend themselves, you know of course I do the same, so
Cm Dm
We go kill each other while you go about your day
(Refrão)
Cm F Dm Gm
And I don't sleep at night and I will never be the same
Cm F Dm Gm
And my wife is terrified by these details I can't explain
Cm F Dm Gm
And my soul is beat to shit and half my friends are dead and gone.
Cm Dm
For all these fucking games you play, we pay the price with our own blood
(Refrão)
Gm Cm
Put a warrior in hell, now he's finally back
Gm
With images in his brain of every damn attack
Gm Cm
Every bomb, every friend that's never coming home
Dm
Every innocent life taken, for reasons unknown
Gm Cm
Then we abandon them, the same ones that did all the killing
Gm Cm
We no longer deal with them, just their spouses and children
Gm F
And the memories in their head from every damn mission
Gm
And the war moves on
America. The System