remains

• but near to the knuckle, here and now, his bloody life in my bloody hands

  
• he's here in my head, when i close my eyes, dug in behind enemy lines

  
• Dream, and he's torn apart by a dozen rounds, and the drink and the drugs won't flush him out.

  
• I see every round as it rips through his life, I see broad daylight on the other side.

  
• on another occasion, we get sent out ➡️