Brushing and grazing the bullet
Right across the innocent face
Of the specious creature in the spirit
Of the hunt
The sensible choice is leaving the immortal race
Of humanity
Tough choices and taking me back by the Haze
Of my old memories that keep telling us that move forward

The responsibility lies in the lazy
The wise lie among the senile
Cut off the entire pie
The sliced ear of the broken beggar
Simple alliteration told you that it was ******
So simple but so **** rare.