I am in my warrior vehicle
Encased in this metal coffin
No air to be had
Things now are getting bad

I can’t breathe I gasp for breath
Is this the cold hands of death?
I try to see but the haze is thick
I think I want to be sick

My chest it rises and falls
Breathing is hard and breaths are short
This thick smog engulfs us all

It is getting difficult to see
I cover my mouth
But I still cough and splutter
They all look at me like I am a nutter

A hand reaches out it holds a snout
Got a light mate
Six flames ignite
I have to breathe in their shite

The fog of war
It is thick and reeking
And goes by the name of Regal King Size