Sub-Arctic Trickery -

Drained of inhibitions

Drained of all moral inhibitions

Drained of moral inhibitions you

Eleventh year and a wife

At the end of a knife

No kind of life

Drained of moral inhibitions you

Were taken by the hands

Drained of moral inhibitions you

Instrumental in death

All you hear is your breath you held inside

Cocaine soldier trying to remember you

In whats left of your life

You were drained of all moral inhibitions

Forced to be reborn into a garden of war

Hate with a face, eyes of a child

Rise back up to reclaim all your moral inhibitions