Face of God upon the water;
The water that runs slick with blood.
The blood of those that fight for-
For reasons lost in bloodied mud.

Burn your bridges over the water,
The water that holds God’s face.
Smashed to pieces in heavy rain,
And evaporated without a trace.

Step forward, Machine Gun Man;
Souls of the damned clutched in your hand,
Death’s shattered, battered scythe
Buried deep in your back.
Adjust your tie that waits
Curled around your neck.

A suit and tie for death’s cowl and robe
Stretched taught across stainless gears.
Cold stare and a word to change the world.

Re-writing history with cheap ball-point pens,
Button your suit, your tie, your noose
'Round Future’s neck, shackles
Chaining Fate’s hands.
Smile your perfect smile and sign on the dotted line.
Sell the world that isn’t yours to give and buy our souls for the price of it.

Fortune for a cage, inside breast-pockets.
Sign your name in ink, not blood.
Sell your soul to buy the world back,
Mortgaged flesh and bone;
All on the dotted line.

I can stand tall and scream “STOP!”
And you can sell me again.
You can buy my silence while you sign your
Name on the dotted line.
Am I another line to you?
You are not Death, but you sell life, you ruin life, you CONTROL life.

Just like me, you will die, with your noose
Around your neck. A noose tied of dotted-lines,
Pulled tight to choke your words.

Sell your own soul, Machine Gun Man,
Stand tall, with Death’s scythe in your back.
Plead forgiveness, offer your name again,
Machine Gun Man.
Offer to sell the world, with the world’s
Fingers at your throat.
Erase my name, I don’t give a damn.