“chokehold (c-cked ‘n’ loaded)”
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…
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 c-cked ‘n’ loaded soulmate leads the way