P.T.S.D by Cryptic Ministry Lyrics

A great mistake
One fateful night
A memory that eats at me dims my light
The sound of impact still haunts my dreams
Blurry scattered vision as the engine screams

PTSD

My friend and I
Thought we almost died
I see the silhouette of it when I close my eyes
The thought of it
It always makes me tense
I’m alive and well it makes no sense

Post traumatic
Stress disorder