Old Enemies/New Friends

My guess is I'll die.
Fill my lungs with rancid black tar
Make me a mixtape and break it in half
What we don't know, won't hurt us
Don't throw me a bone, give me a whole skeleton
Replacing my face with a dead guy's death stare
Bullets clenched in between his jaws,
We'll never have to speak of it
We'll never have to talk again
Breathe like a gasping drowning whale
Stuck in the sand when we should be in the sea
Grasping for something to clutch while we're pulled back in
We made this bed let us lay in it.
Breeding shrapnel with camouflage,
We'll never see it coming.
As the first few remnants of hot burning metal hit our scalp,
We'll slip into limbo with our arms wide open.