Mine field is called the place I'm living in,

Carefully watching each and every step I take.

Bright white straight jacket chokes me off

My eyes are tired...



I... feel the cold steel on my forehead.

Like... binding pleasure of being dead.



Downward future! I descend...

Counterblast!

And chokehold til' the end...



I'm flushed like the booze I hammer down,

like a piece of trash to be kicked all around.

When would be a time for a better day?

My cocked 'n' loaded soulmate leads the way