Bring your mask
i've got my gun
spouting ricocheted bullets
from the tips of our tongues
and this isn't conventional
it's compressed warfare
as arrows launch at made up faces
torpedoing towards fictional places
we manufacture hurt like it's going out of fashion
fashioning these weapons like it's our only passion
and it is
minced meaning spouts from my mercenary gums
bring your mask
i've got my gun