Chokehold (Cocked'n'loaded)

Mine field is called the place I'm living in,
Carefully watching each and every step I take.
Bright white straight jacket chokes me off
My eyes are tired

I feel the cold steel on my forehead.
Like binding pleasure of being dead.

Downward future! I descend
Counterblast!
And choke-hold til' the end

I'm flushed like the booze I hammer down,
like a piece of trash to be kicked all around.
When would be a time for a better day?
My cocked 'n' loaded soulmate leads the way