Living a life of last resorts
Taking the roads where signs mislead
Where there is darkness in these streets
We've found a light in you.
Over the weathered bridges
to barren landscapes
Where allies are paranoid and betray
in the territories of the kitchen.
Morals are more black than white,
but no one realizes how pink
we all are on the inside.
And I wonder how did someone so pure
end up so blue?
Its the nature of the environment.
A parable of cruel intent.