Choices, Choices and More Choices

Drain the bad excuse I've made for my pupils they know not what they see Choices are made villains are created in a workshop of walking hammers cherished torture tools belong in the first drawer the one near the floor Same person, same face same future, same race the space between glowing follicles has reached maximum distance ratio's computed near perfection by the drones whose job it is to oversee the confusion Who loved the ones who loved who they knew loved them battered crust extinction level event airbrushed and heaven sent Your God has a plan for every set of eyes Not mine He's alone in the workshop banging away at roadblocks twists and turns forks in the road and other whathaveyou's A slow embrace is better than none at all A diluted disgrace is sweeter after you've had to fall