Eat Crossroads
Crossroads, a place where rogues abide
waiting for the pain of strangers
and present them to their fates
each fighter bends
they fall again in the dark from the ghost of their blood
how do you call us? another price to pay.
Too many changes, that's rough
some give you life and free
and free you from the wild way that is living hate
Crossroads, a place where time's divine
gambling is the way of loners
where we leave them to be (fake?)
infected minds emerge on the edge of the death of their
songs
how do you hurt them? you know the lies, you said.
And things never change that thought
we'll give you life and free
and free you from the slumber but it's getting late.
