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.