bodies lay down on black concrete complete rounds switch around at swap meet don't speak breathless as the smoke settles lettuce exchange stoke metals killing is no longer strange dont breathe the fumes after that gun barrels trace a body like white chalk in the aftermath afraid they might talk after that, doomed on the nine, become a psychopath say grace, dont speak your mind spew a vital wrath, with a bow a gun sparked loud, hits harder than the grass inhaled in a warzone, civilian causality is not a fail