It starts with a feel, then a pound, then a punch
Your heartbeat races and your breathing rhythm gets your lungs crushed
Trash, you feel ill, you lose the will
To do anything, the thrill
gets to you and the drill
gets you hyped, you’re still alive
But inside you already died
Seven times in a row, you’re on a roll
Day after day and Valentine’s day being a couple of weeks away
Will you make it ? Will you survive ?
You’re driven but at the same time you’re tired
This is ARMY’s curse, enjoy the ride.