The myriad choices of his fate

Set themselves out upon a plate for him to choose

 

What had he to lose

 

Not a ghost bloodied country all covered with sleep

Where the black angel did weep

Not an old city street in the east

 

Gone to choose

 

And wanderings brother walked

On through the night with his hair in his face

On a long splintered cut from the knife of G T

 

The rally mans patter ran on through the dawn

Until we said so long to his skull-shrill yell

 

Shining brightly red-rimmed and red-lined

With the time infused with

The choice of the mind on ice skates scraping chunks

 

From the bells

 

Cut mouth bleeding razors

Forgetting the pain antiseptic remains cool goodbye

 

So you fly

 

To the cozy brown snow of the east

 

Gone to choose choose again

 

Sacrificials remains make it hard to forget

 

Where you come from the stools of

Your eyes serve to realize fame

 

Choose again

 

And rovermans refrain of

The sacrilege recluse for

The loss of a horse went the bowels and a tail of a rat

 

Come again choose to go

 

And if epiphanys terror reduced

You to shame have

Your head bobbed and weaved choose a side to be on

 

If the stone glances off

Split didactics in two leave the colors of

The mouse trails don't scream

Try between if you choose

 

If you choose try to lose

 

For the loss of remain come and start

 

Start the game

 

I che che che che

I Che che ka tak koh

 

Choose to choose

 

Choose to choose choose to go