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

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 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