Panic Bullets
I'd plead
My campaign
But the bullets
Stole my name
They swallowed my vaccine
When the bullets
Killed their gene
-Someone make a toast
-To the claustrophobic host
-Raise your glass
-Of mud and ash
-See what hurts the most
Guests
Preen and pose
Blowing bullets
Out their nose
They whinny and they bray
Sending bullets
On their way
-Someone make a toast
-To the claustrophobic host
-Raise your glass
-Of mud and ash
-See what hurts the most
Shoes
Filled with lead
When the bullets
Rear their heads
Fingers twitch and sweat
From the bullet's
Silhouette
-Someone make a toast
-To the claustrophobic host
-Raise your glass
-Of mud and ash
-See what hurts the most