Sitting in my wheelchair - it's starting to get light,
Another cup of coffee - another sleepless night,
Too tired to hold my head up - too scared to sleep and dream,
Another step in the journey - of the never ending scream.
Two kids right out of high school - full of daring do,
Fresh meat for the recruiter - who sings red white and blue,
Who has them sign the papers - that has them join the teams,
That sets them on their journey - of the never ending scream.
Locked in mortal combat - in the land of rain and mud,
Crawling on their bellies - through the leeches and the blood,
You pray to make it through the day - you feel your soul turn mean,
Another step in the journey - of the never ending scream.
Thankful you are going home - glad to be alive,
You think you can block the tragedy - from the buffers of your mind,
You pray to escape the horror - of what you've done and seen,
But can you run from all the ghosts - of the never ending scream.
And twenty five years later - when those nightmares come to call,
For a moment - you are there - and you re-live it all,
You wake up from a land of hell - to a night that's so serene,
A lot of good men - have lost their souls - to the never ending scream.
