Mercenary Fields - Grenouer

Piercing Razors inside Me Captivate Mentality

Bits and Pieces outside Me Interfere With Sanity

Running Fires around Here Entertain Anxiety

Sparkling Traces of Anger Segregate My Vanity

Heavy Parcels besides Me Indicate Locality

Silent Trenches behind Me Incarnate Fatality

Cartridge-Cases along Them Demonstrate Proficiency

Rotten Mascots in Caskets Animate Lethality

I’m Going Home

I’m On My Bones

I’m On the Rolls

I Need a Rest

I’m Turning Hoarse

Losing My Throat

I’m On My Toes

Solemn Phrases Upset Us, Weigh upon Our Self-Respect

Towered Targets Below Us Leave No Time to Controvert

Fearsome Victims between Us Follow Hard On Our Heels

Current Symptoms of Stupor Aggravate In Our Thrills

I’m Going Home

I’m Feeling Stoned

I’m Falling Prone

I’m Getting Cold

I Quit the Show

Losing My Hope

I’m Going Home

I’m Ill Bestead

My Star Has Set

Stuck In the Ooze

I’m Slowing Down

A Long Way Round

I’m Going Dead