Hidden Wounds
(What's that sound)
The women look like a large rag doll smashed to pieces
The incident that affected them most profoundly occured while he was leading a mobile patrol
It was 1972
(What's that sound)
A massive explosion a hundred yards in front of Johnson's vehicle
Brought the patrol to a halt
A bom had been detonated in an underground toilet
(What's that sound)
Johnson saw people scattering through swirling clouds of thick black smoke
Within minutes he had cornererd out the area a man of guards to provide cover against snipers
Just in case it was a setup
(What's that sound)
Raised voices caught his attention
A man was screaming at a policeman pointing at the toilet
He was shouting: my wife is in there!
Johnson raised to voice the man
Redemption isn't coming soon
I'm stuck here with these hidden wounds
All the things they made me do
They haunt me
(What's that sound)
I'm drinking just to dull the pain
Images won't go away
They count the dead now why don't they just count me
(What's that sound)
I was about to give the order when one of my men found a women shoe
When I found her she looked like a large rag doll smashed to pieces
(What's that sound)
All that whas left of her clothing was a piece of rag around her neck
Other parts of her where just been blown off
Even her toes where missing
I covered her with my combat jacket
And carried her out to an outpost
On the first day of the year
He had a grip on all the fear
You where diamond
But then gradually untold
He got a hold of your soul
Your bones are crying
All the wonders of the world to stop and letting know
which you go through
And no one understand the pain they thought you where just playing games
It breaks my heart today
Just to hear you say
Redemption isn't coming soon
I'm stuck here with these hidden wounds
All the things they made me do
They haunt me
(What's that sound)
I'm drinking just to dull the pain
Images won't go away
They count the dead now why don't they just count me
(What's that sound)
And I see the things go by
But I'm just feeling numb is no one here to come over
Cause they hate to see me cry
They think I'm gone insane
These hidden wounds will stay open
I was taught to love and not to hate
As fire rates becomes my fate
I'm like a bomb I've detonate
Excuse me
(What's that sound)
I'm longing for another spring
A little love a natural thing
Someone to hold just anything
That's scare free
And I've seen the days go by
But I'm just feeling numb
There is no one here to come over
Cause they hate to see me cry
They think I've gone insane
These hidden wounds will stay open
The women look like a large rag doll smashed to pieces
The incident that affected them most profoundly occured while he was leading a mobile patrol
It was 1972
(What's that sound)
A massive explosion a hundred yards in front of Johnson's vehicle
Brought the patrol to a halt
A bom had been detonated in an underground toilet
(What's that sound)
Johnson saw people scattering through swirling clouds of thick black smoke
Within minutes he had cornererd out the area a man of guards to provide cover against snipers
Just in case it was a setup
(What's that sound)
Raised voices caught his attention
A man was screaming at a policeman pointing at the toilet
He was shouting: my wife is in there!
Johnson raised to voice the man
Redemption isn't coming soon
I'm stuck here with these hidden wounds
All the things they made me do
They haunt me
(What's that sound)
I'm drinking just to dull the pain
Images won't go away
They count the dead now why don't they just count me
(What's that sound)
I was about to give the order when one of my men found a women shoe
When I found her she looked like a large rag doll smashed to pieces
(What's that sound)
All that whas left of her clothing was a piece of rag around her neck
Other parts of her where just been blown off
Even her toes where missing
I covered her with my combat jacket
And carried her out to an outpost
On the first day of the year
He had a grip on all the fear
You where diamond
But then gradually untold
He got a hold of your soul
Your bones are crying
All the wonders of the world to stop and letting know
which you go through
And no one understand the pain they thought you where just playing games
It breaks my heart today
Just to hear you say
Redemption isn't coming soon
I'm stuck here with these hidden wounds
All the things they made me do
They haunt me
(What's that sound)
I'm drinking just to dull the pain
Images won't go away
They count the dead now why don't they just count me
(What's that sound)
And I see the things go by
But I'm just feeling numb is no one here to come over
Cause they hate to see me cry
They think I'm gone insane
These hidden wounds will stay open
I was taught to love and not to hate
As fire rates becomes my fate
I'm like a bomb I've detonate
Excuse me
(What's that sound)
I'm longing for another spring
A little love a natural thing
Someone to hold just anything
That's scare free
And I've seen the days go by
But I'm just feeling numb
There is no one here to come over
Cause they hate to see me cry
They think I've gone insane
These hidden wounds will stay open
Credits
Writer(s): Mauro Pawlowski, Alan Gevaert, Tomas Barman, Klaas Janszoons, Stefan Misseghers
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