#1
hmm..i dont know

told me im the future,
then gave me a sixer of juice
candy cigarette to hold my stature,
and moisturizer to keep my youth

they tested me for their disease
i filled paper targets with lead
and they measured eagerness to please
with the percentage that were dead

i smelled the fumes of diesel
and heard battle crys in my ears
and im confused about the type of easel
holding this piece of work for twelve years

looking down through a gunpowder haze
theres mud on the wheels of a yellow tank
bags on their backs, plans for power displays
all the little soldiers are killing for rank

they put a lease on my life,
not exactly a price,
but im told its a bargain..
not exactly a bargain
i need to hear some sounds that recognize the pain in me, yeah.