The sun too bright in the sky,
The thrills too cheap
Never have I wanted to slow down
As much as I want to slow down now,
Never has a smile felt so much like a frown
Got one
finger on the button one finger on the pulse
And one
on the trigger
Can you
tell me true from false?
Got a
man inside my head telling me to jump
Over
fourteen storeys high
Am I
scared enough?
Got a
vest of plastic strapped to my chest
Got the
switch-blade in my pocket
Got a
real need to impress
Forty
thousand voices crying to be heard
Got no
need for absolution
When G-d is just a word
Let's see what you've become when you
Turn your back on humanity
And babble with the Flood
Is there going to be a saviour along the
Supposed Golden Path?
A winged angel with benevolent grace
To cushion the aftermath?
Lo, the valley of the shadow does not look fearsome
In the burning light of day
Nor the eternal sulfurous burning of Hades
For those tempted to wander astray
But, oh, but...
Oh, why?
Do you hesitate right before the end?
Is the man before you really the enemy,
Or is he really your friend?
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