Victims of Reality

American soldiers hiking their way
Through the sweaty jungle of South Vietnam
Searching for an elusive enemy
The temperature is almost hundred degrees
And the jungle stifles even the tiniest breath
The going is slow
There could be a north Vietnam regiment
Hiding a few yards away and no one could see it
Nobody talks
So you start thinking
Specialist Ford Wayne Glure is thinking
He is going to meet his fiancé in Honolulu in 2 weeks
Scared from the moment he gets out of the chopper
To the moment that picks him up
Scared that someday he is going to get killed
Picking up a wounded body
A wounded body

Shockwaves of unavoidable energy
...of reality

Why can't we just see?
We are living in a fantasy!
Don't you leave me here so all alone!
Inside this broken home

It's a fantasy
Waves after waves

Why can't we just see?
Vicitims of reality!
Inside this broken home



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