DO THE RIGHT THING.

DO THE RIGHT THING.

Will the angel be the hero
Will this treatise gravitate
Who will know the answers
To questions we ought to ask.

Well, if you do the right thing
Who’s to blame, who cares
No one talks about you
When you do the right thing.

Invisible demise the spiders web
Interlocking strands a prison for the mind
Suffocating even hearts no less a mind
Trapped within insinuations
Outcast from the crowd, looking in.

Well …

Where do we go from here
Like the road upon the barren shore
Ever deeper into the craggy shore
So many pitfalls on the way.

Hatchet’s burial the possibility of time
Lies like threats upon the brow
Shiver in the sad dejection
That paths been chose by circumstance.

Well …

So you say free will is no will at all
What is wanted is never required
Or so it seems to blind eyes
Complacency the pit in which we fall.

Oh don’t let this darkness overcome
See the chink, where once was light
That tunnel restricts the vision
But not of memories where light once was.

Well …

You can sit in the bar and eject the words
But time cant heal wounds never cut
Torment always spared, cant you see
This is not what’s meant to be.

Well …

GRUM