Decisions to Be Made

Should I steal the will of a woman or a man?
Or shame the stats of a million?
Should I pull the bow back until the string snaps?
Or go buy a gun and end them with that?
Should I peel myself back and show you my tissues real color?
Or push the plug into rig and be cradled by mother?
Should I spit at pollution that’s clouding our stars?
Or kill of the losers, spit balling in bars?

Would that save your day?
By lord, if I break
I’m down, by your feet
In the gutter, in the street
In the heat, in this scene
That I can’t stand anymore
Does that make your day?

Should I wallow in dirt?
And Feel the birth of my filth?
Should I work in the slaughter?
And take her, as he brought her?
Or should I leave her, and deceive her?
And beat her, until her feet squirm?
Squeeze her, and then release her?
Or see her, and just don’t greet her?

Would that save your day?
By lord, if I break
I’m down, by your feet
In the gutter, in the street
In the heat, in this scene
That I can’t stand anymore
Does that make your day?