Ain't ready to die just yet.
Wife and kid's household pet.

Camouflage green is what I wear.
My life I live can be anywhere.

This warmth inside is all I have.
Feelings of death is somewhat wet.

They should sew my eye's shut, from the things I've seen.
Hurt and pain is what I bring, killing lives is what I mean.

Jesus Christ, I'll denie you my maker.
Why do you make me, be a life taker.

Feeling's of giving up, is when I should rely one you.

Will I just be a man in a box.
Buried in my own ****.