Land of the Broken

This is the land of the angry

This is the home of the pissed

This is a platoon of fighters

To get back the life we have missed

To lay claim to what is ours

To take back a heart of peace

To fight for quiet and tranquility

To make the war inside cease.

To silence the voices inside

Self doubt, self hate, non stop

Speaking yelling cursing us

Beating us till we drop

Looking over our shoulders

Waiting for the beast to strike

Feeling the hot breathe of evil

Carrying a "fuck you" spike.

Expecting enemies at every turn

We will never disappointed be

Because what we seek we will find

And what we fear we will see

So how do we fight for peace

But lay all our weapons down

But when the enemy is ourselves

Self trust never seems to abound

So round and round we go

In this hamster wheel heart beating

Distrusting the feet we run on

Fearing happiness is fleeting.

This is the land of the broken

This is the land of exhaust

This is the home of the cornered dog

fighting for the life lost.