Trauma Bonds

Buried too many too young It's a short life, tears on my Gore-Tex We're defective and numb When the party's over It's over, and where do we run? I've known this lot for too many years We're not driven by hate, we're just slaves to fear And are we still lucky to be here? Are we still lucky to be here? Are we still lucky to be here? I wish I could say Somеthing sane to wash away And annihilate the trauma that wе save It might take just one Reason inside to carry on Or something sharp to cut these trauma bonds I can't vouch for everyone But if it's on, it's on I know a spot that stays away from the sun Do what you like Cans, packets and fights A world to stay away from Something beyond the sweat and tears The blood is enough to keep us in the clear And are we still lucky to be here? Are we still lucky to be here? Are we still lucky to be here? I wish I could say Something sane to wash away And annihilate the trauma that we save It might take just one Reason inside to carry on Or something sharp to cut these trauma bonds I wish I could say Something sane to wash away And annihilate the trauma that we save It might take just one Reason inside to carry on Or something sharp to cut these trauma bonds