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.