Pick Your Poison

Mixed Thoughts About The Future

Two brains and one disease
I've left you standing false at ease
My ruins take this town
In rising brutal from the ground
Legs in step to push ahead
And carry on this life instead
I will not hold back my hands
Until I taste the promised sand

'It's ok' I'll say
In hopes to pray
And dance and sing
'My life will bring
Onto my heart with open eyes
A peace of mind in compromise'