choice .... choice is there such a thing when the brain of the king sings such profane TRUTHS that they make you scream choice does it matter if you go a different way when all the roads lead to may x2 I'm not enemy blind never truly see why to such extremity I blast into smithereens the past is a memory divvy up the symmetry live it up the infantry FIRES like I am henessee wired truth can never be retired no matter the street tires driven to escape the scene what is destiny destination homie been hella waiting tell a ho quit her hating suffocating in stasis rise up from the basement i will be what you're craving to now and beyond ill be shapeless and be nameless toll is paid when pain and flames. to greatness anxiety separation fate choose voice to me noise deployed to spree toy with me poison girls there's no avoiding me be coy as a goy to see Freud could see the end of the story's me for the free more to be