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 tied…
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