The legion inside me murmurs as the darkness falls abrupt,
the shadows fall like cinder blocks,
our eyes like jagged rocks.
Behold the wicked whispers,
through the barrel of a gun,
you're not old enough to drink,
but pull a pin and join the fun.
They hand us all the nails we need,
so mother don't you fear,
in days or months I'll come back home,
and there'll be dollars for your tears.
The rythm drums inside my head,
their words echo through the dark,
Work will set you free my love,
all you need is trust.