At the crossroads between holding onto my faith or escaping from this fate
Is it wrong to write this down? Is it right to be left between a choice to never even love or hate?
At the gallows, slowly pressing forward towards that sweet escape...
From a death that leaves behind a fainted memory to take our place
And a life that leaves behind nothing more than just a bitter taste...
Is this our time to rise and react to every piece we use to recreate our broken destiny?
Or is this just the way to taint the best of me? Or maybe there’s poison in the recipe?
Or maybe we never had the time to rediscover our place in this moment, we only lived just to die?
Maybe we were just a waste of time with time to waste...
Maybe we were another lost piece of this grand and divine puzzle just trying to find our place?
Who’s to know.. who’s to say?