got to go get noah gracie done did it now im laying on white sheets waiting for the angles to come get it and i feel so cold something inside is wrong so low caught between god and devil standing in the middle of the moonlit crossroads oh come help me save my soul tounge like a machine gunner and clockwork orange eyepatchs to keep my eyes closed penalty royalty determinations like a ipods god perception repate shutter Islands inception written in ink is a playwrights pleed so meny woes my legs and my feet are red because they bleed worlds apart from where id ever thought id be im not the same person who step through the brightest burnout allstar door see ive got so much experience wize to the ways weight on my shoulders like on back is a bolder taken so meny steps snd stops to become an much better man ventchering out of the drop box who was the one who placed this gun in my hand and told me to choose between shooting the children or the oldman but i cant pick so the trun the gun on myself a take myself out dragged into the antham of a wartorn hell bullets are cases with gunpowder loadead in the shells all im trying to do is be myself i dont need nobody i am not screaming for help like a school shooter shooting up the place so i told him to put the gun its game over gave him hug a showed him the pain and payment if he made that choice all im trying to do is help him and give him a voice why is the world we living in driveing people to madness we should help out each other and not tear eachother down and rise like a phobia phoniex from the ashes of a smoldering city and town but they never told us that honestly is the best policey around