Disposable Heroes - DC the MIDI Alien, Apeshit, Nabo Rawk

I used to love my country, I gave it my all

Gave it my soul, my heart and stood tall

A soldier on the front line, I served my four years

Came back with one arm, more fears and nightmares

Not many would call me a hero

But Uncle Sam sees me different, he labelled me a zero

A vet like me should be set for life

But all I got was a medal and a whole lot of strife

It’s hard pushing a when you got one arm

It’s hard copping change with a stubborn aplomb

So no one wanna hire you, no one wanna hear you out

No one wanna listen, they claim you went the wrong route

But I went the right route and I served like a man

Now I’m sleeping in a garbage can

It’s the facts not fiction, imagine the pain

The result is addiction, it’s simple and plain

I’m a victim of the system, the one you’re enlisting

Come back wishing that everything was different

I’m a victim of the system, the one you’re enlisting

Come back wishing that everything was different

It’s not glory but horror, for the fact you killing foreigners

It’s nothing like man’s instinct to be a warrior

But change your perspective the day you see a dead kid

There’s no way you coming out the way you went in

Insensitive, you are not the way you used to be

But not quite your uncle, living crazy in a cuckoo tree

They make you a machine so you don’t shit when you see war

Criss Angel can’t Mindfreak like Marine Corps

They shed lazy and decency, then they get inside

Strictly with everything that makes a man civilized

You combat-ready who cares?

They can’t fear you

You not only have the balls to kill, you can’t wait to

Jarhead, reset your mental back to animal

But they’ll pay you, then pay for your school that’s understandable

So when you take earnest and turn 'em into Spartacus

You end up like Gomer Pyle, it’s not for all of us

I bet you can’t wait for landmines and mortar fire

Shell shock, battle fatigue, war neurosis

And ultimately Post Traumatic Stress Disorder

You can lose your sight, sound, speech and your focus

You’re disconnected, confused and preoccupied

And always tired, you lost your appetite and lost your mind

You might care or care not if anybody try to help ya

With a Thousand-yard stare you see the world like whatever

You’re a victim of the system, once you’ve enlisted

You gave your sanity while they rocking yellow ribbons

You’re a victim of the system, once you’ve enlisted

You gave your sanity while they rocking yellow ribbons