Can you see the barrel?
Fear will be the one cutting your leg
It will miss any vital organ
But you will stay miserable

The demand to evolve must lead you
Or you will end up a moving target
Another pathetic failure

Set this house on fire
You're better off dead
Surrounded by bloody flags
Which will stain your family graves

The fear will eat you up
Your living nightmare
I hope that's not me
A pile of floating bubbles
And a rotten skull