Look in my eyes.
I probably sho.
Ring any bells? Maybe you\'re too young.
Look at my million golden teeth necklace.
Because that\'s what I do for living.
This is my story, with some of my best camouflages and disguises, and you should expect your peace plans to fail.
I have trenches instead of veins and a bombardier\'s whirring plays my favorite symphony inside my big head.
I feed on bullets and shrapnel.
My bronze skin reflects the flames of the battles.
Look in my eyes