I've bound myself to vows that will make the earth bleed, but I wont let my mind walk away from me – far from being the perfect man you’ll see but I choose life over limb. I’ll place my hand in yours, rather than raise it to my head then make a promise in which I’ll only put myself in years of debt. I’d rather fall in love than ever have to fall in line – I’d sooner die young by your side than spend years wasting time.
Lies spread like plague as they’re bled through the airwaves so every man’s wound can be shared with our nation. Their blood is a river that streams fear through our bones and the children that you say you love are yours to disown. My hands forced for the last time, with my fingertips grazed and with dirt in our nails. Now take me home in a bodybag, for this disguise that I’ve sporting for what seems like forever is now hanging by a single fraying thread. With my fists clenched I’ll pray for all the things they never held.
I chose to live, now that I’m living I will love; in love I will live, this life as we should. Why choose to serve and make it all so much worse? No end to this endeavour – how many lives until we learn?