Tim Version Barracus
To sit and stare blankly I condemn my life to a
window must it be like this save yourself because it's to late
for me and my cause caught up in the shuffle of a prime time
milligram red and blue doses divided in my hands there's a
song that's running through my head gives me hope for the
reasons I'm not dead in the face of a certain losing hand call
the bluff and win a hopeless bet surf the options of the two
forced to choose your evil must it be like the discontent and
always barratrous towards actions misguided I focus the
most positive intent of option gone awry chose the options
of the two that are hidden from my eyes out of spite for all my
fears came a person turned me inside out gathered voices
made a message seem to clear kill the education that mother
culture is all about.
