Wyme 1

my destiny I have to resume my purpose or so I presume all doubt I have to exhume responsibility I have to assume its really never too late or maybe it’s just fate only God gives a clean slate even when we have lots on our plate people so particular about dates all this time they use to hate showing no pity even to sister kate with perdition as their right-hand mate I dream of a season When I’ll finally see reason The cause and need for all this treason In a world where all trust is dead Judgement day lies in wait like a bed Unto lies we are lead Into the abyss of uncertainty we’re spread Sometimes I think I need a breather I just can’t take it Hook, line and sinker There is so much at stake See how they tinker Or dignity they finger Our death-beds they make Their lies flow forth like a lake While in suffering we sleep and wake It’s time we opened our mouth to talk And oh, they’re gonna hear it all in bulk My words are gonna hit them like the hulk I’m so tired of sitting to sulk In any event that I lose my life At last I’ll escape for all this strife.