Is that gash in your leg really why you have stopped?
Cause I've noticed all the others, though they're gashed, they're still going
Cause I feel like the real reason that you're quitting, and admitting
That you've lost all the will to battle on.

Will the fight for our sanity be the fight of our lives
Now that we've lost all the reasons that we thought that we had?

Still the battle that we're in rages on, til the end
With explosions, wounds are opened, sights and smells, eyes and noses
But the thought that went unspoken, was understanding that you're broken
Still the last volunteer battles on.

The Flaming Lips, "The Gash"