Conditioned to my scene,
Mental state at a high alert.
Wanting to succeed,
At the expense of dispensing hurt.

Should I expose the truth ?
Should I enjoy the breakdown of things ?
With nothing left to prove ,
I'll just enjoy the breakdown of me.

No relief has been factored ,
In this game.
Backlash of these words ,
Seems to penetrate the brain.

Do I continue this lie ?
Do I hold myself up for question ?
Is it mine to deny ?
Is it mine to deny ???

This crippling "sickness" ,
Born of what I know.
Pointing fingers is useless ,
When illness continues to grow.

Subtlties disappear
Held for so long , I really tried
I'll just pray in the end
It'll all be justified.

Band of Brothers
Band of Brothers
Band of Brothers
Band of Brothers