Texty: Metal Church. The Dark. Method To Your Madness.

Please let us at them
Goes the barrack room cry
I'm glad I'm not going
I'm not dying to die

I've got all my medals
Survived sneak attacks
It's not worth all the feelings
And compassion I lack

Out on the run, guns at your back
They've got you in their sights
Everyone's gone
They're dead in a trench

Endless, sleepless nights
I've been to the jungle
In garrison file
I've walked death's quiet paths

Each lonely mile
I killed for no reason
My heart grew stone cold
With a gun in your hand

Suddenly you think, you're so bold
Out on the run, guns at your back
They've got you in their sights
Everyone's gone, they're dead in a trench

Endless, sleepless nights
Out on the run, guns at your back
They've got you in their sights
Is the method to your madness now

To try to end your life?
Captive there and all alone
I would bide my time

I'd write my family and all my friend
And tell them I am doing fine
But why is there blood upon my chest?
Is there a method to this madness?

Twenty one guns salute you
When you die
Twenty one guns salute you
Why, oh why?

Your gravestone reads
You were a patriot's son
But nobody cares
When all is said and done

Out on the run, guns at your back
They've got you in their sights
Everyone's gone, they're dead in a trench
Endless, sleepless nights

Out on the run, guns at your back
They've got you in their sights
Is the method to your madness now
To try to end your life?