Story Behind The Song

I wrote the words to this one in the Mexican restaurant in Pahoa, Hawaii and Bobby Broadway wrote the music in Oregon. This was a few years back when Iraq and Afghanistan were going strong.

Lyrics

The enemy is breeding deep inside
Feeding on the things we tried to hide
Why else would we see him everywhere?
In the eyes of children?
In the evening air?
What are we doing here?

Paranoia is the curse of those
Who spend their lives perfecting the controls
How dare we claim to show a better way
When we are the teachers
Of the deadly game?
What are we doing here?

The sky and I are stranded on the far side of the sea
Excuse me if I'm missing - I'm busy setting free
There's hell-fire in the sunlight and rage in every dream
We bring the nightmare with us
We're the dogs of the machine

I've got a wife and two kids back at home
They think that I'm some kind of brave hero
I may be tough but I see something else
In the eyes of children
In my mirrored self
What are we doing here?