Morbid Aversion to Dying

How come that everyone is going mad but me?
Codes of conduct have turned upside down
When a comrade is a bigger threat
than so-called enemy
There is nothing to do but to brace up and

Run at the top of your speed
I gotta get away
From this insidious trap
Before it will swallow me

Some would offer grounds
for why it's really no big deal
That will daze me and make my hair curl
The others can't be bothered
to doubt a single thing
Fully wrapped up in making the most of it

Long time ago we got caught up
in this vicious circle
Where every day endows you
with another near miss
Flashes of wisdom and dignity
stick out like sore thumbs
In this depressed caravan
of bleak wasted years

Wash, rinse, repeat
Until nothing remains!

How come that everyone is going mad but me?
Codes of conduct have turned upside down
When comrade is bigger threat
than so-called enemy
There is nothing to do but to brace up and