A Map of Every Time We Cheated Death

Try and trace the lines across my chest. Map of every time we cheated death.

Every stitch, every jagged seam is a last stand etched into me. When the thunder

hits my window frame, I'm right back there calling out your names. I'm not alone when

the darkness comes. I hear your boots, I hear your guns. We were brothers. Burning,

breaking, holding the line. I keep your faces in my mind like a choir.

Screaming over every shell and siren. Scars on my skin, scars on my sleeve. You're the reason

I'm still on my feet. We were brothers in the fire. And the fire's still

in me.