When you come back from war, you come back to what you left.
The kind of music I play, I think it describes me better than I could describe myself
The moment you do something in war that involves you hurting a civilian who is not even a combatant and you start feeling remorse for it, you are no longer considered a soldier. You’re considered a pussy.
I feel like there’s ghosts out there with me, or spirits pretty much whispering what to do next
Fighting in a cage is an outlet
I felt like the only person in the world.
Part of me isn’t still there.
Nobody really cares. We’re like the downgrades of society, like you chose to be in the military. I didn’t choose to go to war for no bullshit.
If I was gonna fight, I wanted to be fought relevant and definitely in relevance to the Twin Towers being crashed and the Pentagon.
The more things change, the more they stay the same