Wargames

My teeth are bullets

Digging through my gums

My friends are memories

Left somewhere in the mud

My eyes are reticles

My solid gunpowder skin

Im a profitable abomination

One day you'll grapple with me, your sin

My fingers are bayonets

They do not caress

Come get rid of me -

Add another bullet to my chest

In me you see glory

In me you see horror

In me you see money

In me you see a rise

(...a fall)

So come throw your life away, child

Gamble on margins razor thin

You struggle and fight against your demons

But rest assured we will win