Tilt - War Room

I did not get out of the trenches escape this linger and damage I'll
take to my grave. That nerve gas poison and agent orange, the wages
of high risk are part of my story.
What kind of madness took ahold of me to shoot another's blood
into my willing veins? No, I could never do that voluntarily. I heard a
demon tell me to and I obeyed, but
I don't take the orders from the war room anymore. This one
recruiter surrenders. I don't take orders from the war room anymore;
now I am my own defender.
I keep receiving a distorted command and if I hadn't given up I'd
surely follow back into the tangle of this struggle for man — a suicidal
mission and a chance for all to end, but
I don't take the orders from the war room anymore. This one
recruiter surrenders. I don't take orders from the war room anymore;
now I am my own defender.
I may have turned yellow but did not betray my old friend's still
battling out in the fray. Am I ill delivered? Now I'm a beginner, I'm damned all
to hell and I am delivered.
Sometimes I'm tempted to forget myself and jump back into
the skirmish as a nurse and have a _______ old time and
feel solemnly again. I'd rather that than live it in sanctuary.
I don't take the orders from the war room anymore. This one
recruiter surrenders. I don't take orders from the war room anymore;
now I am my own defender.
I don't take the orders from the war room anymore. This one
recruiter surrenders. I don't take orders from the war room anymore;
now I am my own defender. I don't take orders.