The Fix

Syringe of silence in a world so loud

Marchin' home in pieces still I'm not allowed

To break down — nah they call it weakness

But my mind's a minefield ticking with bleakness

Not a junkie lookin' for a high hit

Just a vet tryin' to survive this mind pit

Flashbacks flicker like static on screens

Every shadow's a ghost from my war machine

I didn't fall I was dropped and forgotten

Branded a burden when the soul turned rotten

Not a junkie lookin' for a HIT

I'm a veteran beggin' for THE FIX

Medals don't mend the trauma in my chest

I fight for peace but I never rest

You see a needle — I see release

You call it weakness — I call it peace

I don't want dope I want hope

But they cut the rope when I tried to cope

Misdiagnosed misunderstood

I traded my youth for your greater good

Camouflage heart bleeds red like yours

But mine's been through a thousand wars

PTSD ain't a buzzword trend

It's the hell in my head I can't defend

This ain't a plea it's a goddamn demand —

For every brother with a tremble in his hand

Don't label us fiends don't call us weak

We're the silence in the scream the truth you won't speak

Not a junkie lookin' for a HIT

I'm a veteran prayin' for THE FIX

Shots rang out but it's the echo that stays

Livin' in reruns of my darkest days

You see a vice — I see a crutch

You feel pity — I've had enough

So when you judge me from your throne of bliss

Know I ain't a junkie… I'm just chasing THE FIX