Patience runs out on the junkie The dark side hires another soul Did he steal his fate or earn it? Was he force-fed,did he learn it? Whatever happened to his precious self-control Like him Im tires of trying to heal This tomcat heart with which Im blessed Is destruction lovings twin Must I chose to lose or win? Maybe when my turn comes I will have guessed These are the horns of the dilemma What truth is proof against all lies? When sacred fails before profane The wisest man is deemed insane Even the purest of romantics compromise What fixation feeds this fever As the full moon pales and climbs? Am I living truth or rank deceiver? Am I the victim or the crime? And so I wrestle with the angel To see wholl reap the seeds I sow Am I the driver or the driven? Will I be damned to be forgiven? Is there anybody here but me who needs to know? What it is that feeds this fever As the full moon pales and clims? Am I living truth or rank deceiver? Am I the victim or the crime? Or the crime? Words by Gerrit Grahm Music by Bob Weir
Posted on: Wed, 20 Nov 2013 23:38:06 +0000
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