Here in the trenches the fist of the Beast   For fear of an atmosphere poisened deceased   With a gas mask to keep me-from breathing my death   It's American soil I hope for at best   But the duty I serve can't begin to compare   To my ancestors battles and wars throught the years   Though the loneliness strikes like an enemy shell I   pray for my home but still sit here in hell      chorus: Sail away to a place that's unkown   taken away from my friends and my home   to a place they call sacred a place I call hell   I long for that corner I once knew so well      Go to the grind it's all that I have   Work on and on with nothing to show   But a graying face in this dying place   Thats a lock in my solitude   I think of a place on a faraway coast   Where friends are dear and there's reason to toast   A cloudy dark images of a Middle East land   Comes down and wrecks my hopeful land      chorus: