Minefield 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.