What woes of wisdom

Had sleeked your cold pain?

What arms of torment

Had crowned you to go lame?

Kept fucking over liberty

Kept dancing on my minefield

Kept calling on insanity

When my bullets spoke untamed

Torn, I cock my gun again

And spit the bullets

What wounds of reason

Had graced your swollen mind?

What poisoned bleeding

Had edged my golden grind?

Kept fucking over evenness

Kept dancing on my minefield

Kept calling on insanity

When my bullets spoke my holiness

So hail the bullet!

So hail the war!

So praise the bullet!

So praise the war!

So praise the war!

Torn, I cock my gun again

Torn, I speak the ironsights

And spit the bullets