Patx - Choose

They talking shit but getting no reaction
I’m so sick can’t get a prophylactic
Die for peace till then let’s live within the madness
So ball your fist up bitch let’s get it cracking
My heart is gold and theirs is made of plastic
I’m on my way but every lane is traffic
Ain’t find a way I made my own schematics
Living in the wastelands of dying passion
Exhaust every resource
Like you ran out of food
Don’t want but you need more
You run from the truth
Hell hounds on your heels though
Think hard for a few
'Cause you’re all out of options
Time’s up, you've got to choose
Choose
I’m at the brim and I’m feeling boxed in
No friends when you in the mosh-pit
Can’t win if you stay cautious
You gone live or stay in hospice
And I admit it I am different mind’s encrypted by
Egyptian hieroglyphs signs and images depicting higher
Wisdom maybe I’m divine and why the sky is splitting but the
God inside just tells me mind my business so I listen even though I've
Exhaust every resource
Like you ran out of food
Don’t want but you need more
You run from the truth
Hell hounds on your heels though
Think hard for a few
'Cause you’re all out of options
Time’s up, you've got to choose
Choose

Written by:
Patrick Rutledge

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