"I see the fire through the trees, hear the hollers through the breeze, drowning out the seasons like there's none. Hold the blue steel in my hands, moving my feet over land, while I'm thanking God I've got a gun. Nothing like a war at hand to turn a boy into a man. Learning about surviving on the run, dodging whistles in the dark, walking soft and hiding sparks, praying bullets find another home." "Oh here we go, another stand you know. Carry on, carry strong, keep surviving, keeping on. Oh here we go, another stand you know. What a rush, what a ride, either way I fall between the lines."