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