I'm dancing in the street making friends I've yet to meet
Winced; it came from wanting more
Was it best left on ignore
When it all just fizzled out
Was it sentenced to a shout
We could read, the maps are fine
I even kept your locket clean
Picked my own worst weapon
Direction relented
My back was still pressin'
Their shouts first warnings,
then erroded into pleas
"Fate aint gonna save you boy"
I'm not even saving grace
This battle will be won
Doesn't matter who
Then midst this foggy chain of war
Four saw me march right thru your sights
What had been hoped, Two see
Still some One unaware
No wounds that can be spied
No reasons amble on
Yet, from 'poker tables full' regression
I spit out smiles when I sigh
When it came from needing less
Desires bred like pests
Where our stories went in fest
Spawned symphonies a'jest
(what fears, they're all my guests)
These aren't the moments of my life
Just the spots I've yet to clean
Do we recite this prayer for sum Zero...
Nay - just rollin' dice in vitro