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