i woke up in the morning, spent the night in the trenches again

the first thing i do is grab my gun

the enemy is near, it was dangerous to sleep

i was lucky to have lived to see the sun

in a foreign land fighting for my country

over words that the politicians said

i look and meet the eyes of an enemy soldier

aiming his gun at my head

stalemate...

panicked thoyghts run through my mind

visions of my death unwind

standing there shaking in terror

i clutch my gun in despair

we look eachother in the eyes

then we both realise that our roles are the same

i put down my gun and he walks away.