Cold metal, hard lead

Kneeling to the cock of a rifle you're fed

My big bluff baby, my middle finger-cross

My nixed. My 86'ed

My late great loss

I pulled the plug on our suicide machine

I shot the moon as the suicide king

My big bluff baby, my middle-finger cross

You were just a hack with a butcher's touch

My jarhead vessel that though too much

Just a two-bit yes man

Just a free ride and a big scam

I've been crossed out