You know that’s what they’re gonna do,
because they misdirect their ire.
At each other they will shoot—
of this action they will never tire.

Comrades in the squad that fires,
colleagues that will sight their fire
at each other…strange desire.

The time to immolate is due;
it’s time to raise those barrels higher.
A target each has to choose;
in the end all of them will expire.

Comrades in the squad that fires,
colleagues that will sight their fire
at each other—even Steyer.

The time to immolate is due;
it’s time to raise those barrels higher.
A guaranteed way to lose;
there will be no one left to respire.

Comrades aim, and each will fire
at someone who will expire.
Is this fighting fire with fire?

You know that’s what they’re gonna do,
because they misdirect their ire.
The man with the orange hue
is where they oughta direct their fire.

Comrades in the squad that fires,
colleagues that will sight their fire
at each other—the scene’s dire
with this squad that directs fire
in a suicidal gyre.